The Flip Side

Chapter 30

--= Jack's + POV =--

Life eased down for a while, it has been around two weeks and everything has been going surprisingly mellow. Mark and I had a talk as I requested, and I know I was wrong about him. Though, you guys probably knew that already, didn't you? 

My opinion was I was only using Mark to get a break from the suffocating air inside of the asylum and the asylum as a whole, but that opinion is entirely gone since a new, concerning feeling for me has taken it's place. 

It's only been increasing and lingers longer than it used to, before it wasn't even existent! The dream of bloodshed, revenge and release from the government chains that bind me seems more like a nightmare now because it can put Mark into some serious harms way. 

I'm not quite sure what it is guys, and I know you can't answer or I can't hear your answer because the Flip Side is a cruel place when it comes to those regards. Yet, I might as well share the predicament, memories of my childhood had began to rise and the voices have decided to draw closer than they were before, the date is drawing nearer. 

The expiration of my existence will fade and lead me to wherever death wants to bring me. Perhaps that is why I've grown closer to Mark, for support. It's only speculation but..... Never mind, I have a feeling I already know what the reasons are and what exactly it is. 

This one though I'm not telling you, sorry, I really am sorry but...I feel like Mark should be the first one to hear this. I just realised something, I have never actually made Mark apologise for beating the shit out of Cry at the party Cry had hosted....

Oh no...I suppose I got to phone Felix so he can send the apologetic message on to Cry. I know I hop from subject to subject a lot, and I know this is very random and weird to say especially since some of you probably won't relate to the exact situation but... 

Both in the Flip Side and in reality I, well, I feel like a normal teenager again.It's been a really, extremely long time but, I think I might have found my happy ending. I feel sane. 

My eyes fluttered open before I could say anything more and life continued going on pleasantly in a hurry as always yet not too fast leaving the control over speed of time and how they look at it to the beholder. 

The Flip Side had vanished yet again, shutting the doors on my face for the dozenth time leaving the people who listen to become helpless and for the ruins of a wall to be built back up in a more pathetic stature. 

My eyes adjusted to the light, and looked in the direction where my ears heard noise and they instantly locked onto Mark who was sitting down on the chair opposite from the bed with a lazy, lopsided grin plastered on his face like a goofball.

 A happy ending, huh?....