Don't Let Go (Sequel to Hold On JackABoy)

Chapter 3- Past Memories

Marks POV

I couldn't help but look down at the engagement ring on my finger. 2 more days. 2 more days till we'll be flying out to Montreal. I started packing more clothes into my bag. Once I find I have packed as much as I humanly could, I struggled to close it. Damn. I looked around trying to find something heavy to prop on top of it while I zip it up. I grab the TV and unplug it with all my might. I lifted up the TV and waddled over to my suit case and dropped it on top. I chuckled and zipped it up leaving the TV on my suit case. I then ran into the bathroom and looked at my appearance. My hair roots were showing big time. I frowned. I knelt down and grabbed the powdered bleach and solution from under the sink as well as some gloves, a bowl, and a hair colour brush. I put on the gloves and mixed some of the bleach with the 20 volume solution. My nose crinkled at the stench and I began applying the bleach to my roots. It started itching bad. I tried to ignore it as I finished, but knowing I had to leave it in for about 30 minutes killed me. I sat on my hands whipping my head at the constant itch that was to overwhelming for my senses. I keep saying this is the last, but I keep doing it. I felt blood draw from my lip as I bit it in frustration at the sensation on my head. After an excruciatingly long time I heard the buzzer ring, and I threw my head under the sink, pouring shampoo on my head and scratching like there was no tomorrow. I rubbed my head vigorously with the towel hoping to dry it. I looked in the mirror to reveal my brassy roots and I smiled. I washed the bleach out of the bowl and brush and poured the red liquid into the bowl mixing it around with some developer. I applied it to my red and roots hoping to get the same deep red I've had for a while. I could let this sit for a while. I left the bathroom so my hair could sit, and I could work on other things. I looked at the kitchen table to see a note.

'Dear my beautiful Fiancé,
I've gone out to do more wedding surprises. In front of you I've left a list of the guests. Please go through them and sign their names on our wedding invites so I can send them out tonight. Love you- W'

I smiled and took my seat.

I looked at the list and started signing Invites

Bob
Mum
Dad
Cat
Felix & Marzia
Dan & Phil
Matt
Paul
Louis
Shane
Joey & Daniel
Lisa
And the next one was scratched out. I couldn't quite make it out. I was really curious to where I actually took a spare piece of paper and lightly shaded it over the writing.
"Jack" I whispered. My mind filled of green and red, of hospitals and laughing, of sadness of love of lust.
I was taken back and appalled by what I had just witnessed. More memories flowing back. 2 years it's been and I still can't remember. I was out of breath and I started sweating. I felt sick to my core and I stood up. I stumbled onto the couch and held it as I pinched my glabella. My head was spinning and it hurt. I squinted as I walked to the kitchen and took some Advil. I would've loved a nap to make this headache go away, but I needed to wash my hair. I threw my head under the kitchen sink and blasted the water just barely watching as my hair ran red everywhere. It felt like an eternity waiting for the red to stop. Once it did, I turned off the tap and squeezed my hair trying my best to hurry back towards my towel, and I rubbed my aching head. Trying to see my results through my blurry vision was unsuccessful. I dropped the towel and went to my room turning off all my lights and closing my door, hiding under the covers trying to fall asleep so this wretched headache would cease.