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Regaining balance

Mark woke up his face dry and raw from the tears barley running down his face. His hand grazed over the smooth empty spot on the left of his bed. He got up and groggily stood for at least a minute and started lumping towards the kitchen. Mark started picking up the food and cups in his kitchen and threw them in the trash under the sink. Chica cheerfully snuggled her head into marks legs.

The night before, mark had his girlfriend Amy...ex girlfriend and Ryan over, well Amy lived with mark in his house and Ryan was visiting. Ryan(cryaotic) was nice he was really funny. They all had a good time eating food, watching tv, and drinking only mark isn't able to drink but his buddies did. Amy and Ryan went talking about the walking dead in his recording room, mark started to pick up the mess, then he herd Ryan and Amy giggling in the background. Mark thought he could trust Amy and Ryan the most important people in his life..."damn'it"
he said under his breath and wondered off into his recording room and saw exactly what he was afraid of. "What the hell?!" Ryan and Amy's lips broke apart in surprise "mark! I'm sorry we're drunk!...its...its not my fault..." She whimpered out the last words not making eye contact. " Get the fuck out of my house!" Mark screamed with tears ripping at his eyes and his red face covered with his palms. "Mark you need to calm down... Take a breather, ok?"Ryan hovering his hands over marks chest. Mark did what he was told, but he new if he stayed still and thought any longer he would cry in front of them and make things a lot worse than they needed to be.

" mark I know you need time by your self... And I know you want me to leave but..." She was starting to cry and mark couldn't breathe. Ryan began to step in " look me and Amy had a lot to drink I don't think it's a good idea to drive..." Ryan started to step away from Amy. His voice shaky and low " I want you out of my house...I can barely look at you...what the hell were you thinking?" Ryan found his keys in his pocket and started to walk out of the room. "Ryan?!" Amy's voice was scratchy mark had never heard her like that. "What am I supposed to do?" He threw his hands in the air, Amy began to collect her things "I'll come back for the rest of it tomorrow"
she said in a sarcastic and angry tone. She left out the door stomping and cursing under her breath. Ryan held the door open with a truly sorry glare rubbing his eyes in stress. Mark knew he had nothing, he new he had lost his friend and definitely lost Amy weather she wanted him or not he didn't want her... Not anymore.

Mark stumbled across the floor into his bedroom now empty, his head hurt and he couldn't help the tears coming from his eyes faster and faster, he started to trip over himself and stared at his fists, throbbing afraid to wipe his tears with his red and swollen hands. His eyes started to close he couldn't hold them open any longer. He blinked and nothing hurt anymore but he wasn't in his room.

Mark was in a bright white hallway with doors and two familiar voices were laughing and talking to him from all areas This place looked like some hospital. Mark's neck stung he began to cough and he felt the cold blood from his neck, now on the floor he crawled towards two people one with red hair just like his but in a different style, his cloths were torn and he pulled mark up off of the ground and marks cut wasn't there his neck still covered in blood but now warm it couldn't have been his.

The other person had green hair styled in a rushed look he stood watching and had the most engraved and deep smile like he enjoyed every second , there was also someone else he had never seen he looked like the green haired smiling freak but innocent and scared he layed at the end of the hallway with cuts all up his arms mark realized the blood was from that person at the end of the hall even though he had never seen, met, or touched him. " who are you...?who...who is that?" Mark pointed at the person at the end of the hall. The one with green hair had no hesitation didn't even look behind him "oh him? that's Sean...or for you Jack"

Mark sprung up from the floor of his room screaming anti, dark, Sean, jack. Mark sighed and pulled off of the floor and stumbled onto his bed falling asleep immediately.