Something About Mark

The Blame

Hey so I have no idea how police stuff work, so I'm probably making things up

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    It was the same thing over and over every day. I'd wake up real early, or I'd miss breakfast, eat, come back, be bored, then have lunch, be even more bored, and then have dinner and go to bed. The bed was not comfortable, and the food wasn't that great. Tim would come by and talk to me, but that was about it. Until today.

  Walking back to my cell after showering, I could see Mark out of the corner of my eye. What the hell is he doing here?! It's probably his fault I'm here! That man who owned the voice was Marks friend. I've seen them together and heard his voice before. Mark and that other man got me in this mess. I started to pick up my pace, not wanting to see him, but then Tim called me over, saying I had a visitor. I swear if it's Mark...

  Tim and I walked to the visiting section, and guess who was grinning at me from the other side of the glass. You guessed it, Mark.

 "Tim do I have to? I don't want to talk to Mark!" I talked to my friend with a quiet voice. Who knows, the man could probably hear things like a mouse! How good are mice ears anyways? To hell if I know.

 "He has requested to visit you, so he will get his visit. Get over there." Tim said with a playful push in Marks direction. Pouting, I walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of the glass.

  Picking up the little phone looking device, I looked at him. He was smirking. I hate his damn smirk. Makes him look all..

 "Hello Tyler." Mark says, interrupting my thoughts. Hey! Fuck you! I was thinking my thoughts of thoughts, asshole!

 "Mark." I say, not really in greeting, but just to say something.

 "Hey Ty, so-" He started, but I cut him off. Whoa, hell to the fucking no! You can't call me TY! Only people close to me call me Ty!

 "Tyler. It's Tyler to you." I spat. I am 100% convinced he did this to me at this point. His cocky smile is just... UGH!

 "Jeez, what's up with you, Tyler?" He asks, still grinning like an idiot.

 "You're the reason I'm here, aren't you?! You set me up! You framed me for your murder!" I hissed. Man, I'm angry. He looked shock. Fuck yeah! I found out your secret, didn't I?

 "I-I didn't!" Mark tried to defend himself, but it only got me angrier.

 "Oh you so did. This is why you're here, to rub it in my face that I'm behind bars for your crimes and you aren't!" Alright, now I was getting way to heated. I wanted to calm down, but I couldn't get control of myself no matter how much I tried.

 "Tyler please, I was hel-" He tried again, but I didn't want to hear it.

 "Rot in hell, bastard." I stood up and walked away. I cannot believe Mark did this! I didn't think he'd stoop this low! He ain't no heart breaker, he's a damn law breaker and a murderer!

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This was a little argument that I had to get in.

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