Hey guys. Relax, I'm not dead! I just lost my inspiration, but I think that I found some. It took me a while, but here is a new chapter for you guys. And thank you for reading my story. Please tell me about spell or grammar mistakes, so I can fix them and keep and eye on them next time. Peace out!
Mark's POV
We're in the train. Jack is looking out of the window, being amazed by everything. I smile at his excitement. It's making me feel better. I'm still anxious though. I keep looking around, searching for faces from the SDOS. Jack doesn't seem to notice, he's too busy looking out of the window. I hope he keeps his happiness, his hope. It's the only thing that's helping both of us trough this. I'm still looking around, checking for the fifth time. Every time I think I see someone, my heart starts beating faster and I'm ready to fight, just to realize it's someone with the same hairstyle or clothes. Am I overestimating the SDOS ? No I'm not, and I should never even think like that. It'll get us killed. "Mark ? Are you okay?" Jack asks worried. I look at him. The hope and happiness had made place for concern. "I'm fine." I answer and I try to smile. It probably wasn't convincing, because Jack asked: "Are you sure ?" I nod and look away, hoping for him to do the same thing. He doesn't. He keeps looking at me and after a few minutes I look back. "Sit with me ?" He asked. I sight. I can't refuse. Slowly, I sit down. "Mark, I know you're not okay." He says. I look at him. His concerned look got even more serious. "Jack, I'm fine." I say with a fake smile. Jack shakes his head. He grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes. "Don't lie to me." He says with a sad soft voice. I didn't mean to upset him! "No really Jack, I'm fine! Why do you think I'm not?! I mean, I know we're being chased but I can hand-" "I heard you cry, Mark. You're not fine." I immediately stop talking. He heard me crying? How ?! He should be asleep. "Cry?" I ask, but I know what he meant. Jack nodded and looks me in the eyes. "Oh...." It's the only answer I can think of. "Mark, you can talk to me, you know that right?" Jack's grip on my hands gets stronger. I look down at our shoes. I feel tears coming up. 'No! I'm not gonna cry!' I say to myself, but I know it's no use. The tears start to stream down my face. Jack pulled me closer to him so he could hug me. I can't stop myself. I cry like a little baby, but Jack doesn't care about me showing weakness. He seems glad that I am not scared to cry in front of him anymore. "Mark, talk to me." Jack asks with a soft, caring voice. I try to calm down a bit. After a few minutes I'm sitting there, looking at Jack. "I really don't know how to tell you this." I'm gonna shatter all his hope. Everything that made this bearable is gonna disappear because of these words. Jack nods that I need to continue. "The SDOS is gonna find us. I don't know where or when, but I know that they're gonna find us and..... and I just don't want to lose you." I kept looking at my shoes while talking, not wanting to see the brightness disappear from his eyes. Tears slowly find their way down my face and start dripping on the ground. I suddenly feel a hand under my chin, forcing me to look at Jack's face. I prepare to see him cry, to hear him scream that he doesn't want to run with me anymore because I kept that a secret, but it doest happen. Jack is smiling, but the sadness is visible in his eyes. "I know." He says softly. My eyes widen. He knew? "Let's talk about this later, okay." Jack says and he turns back to the window. I stare at him for a few seconds, stunned by what he just said. How? How can someone know that they'll never be save again and stay that positive.
I can't understand.
Jack's POV
I look out of the window. Buildings, trees and a people rush past. The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining. It feels wrong. How can it be such a beautiful day when I feel like this. I close my eyes. I wish I could just fly away and never come back. I'd take Mark with me, of course. I wish we could just go back to our old life. Just walking around on a beautiful day, gaming instead of sleeping, both suffering from a sugar dip or a hangover or botb the next day. I smile a little. Why did this happen? The smile disappears. I open my eyes and look out of the window again. All those people are having a great day, only having to worry about staying hydrated and not getting sunburns. None of those people is running for their lifes. That's how it should be. Why isn't that how it is? I shake my head. I shouldn't think about this. Depression is the last thing we need. Let's go back to living here and now. It hasn't failed me yet. I look at Mark, who's still sitting next to me. He's looking around the train again. I don't know how to act. I know that he's extremely scared, maybe even paranoid. I want to be here for him, but I can't force him to talk to me. I hope he'll trust me enough to talk to me soon.
