Our own shadows

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Mark looked down at your eyes then gently touched the cuts with his fingers. His eyes dilated in the lone light of the flickering bulb.

He wasn't even sure where he was at the moment, he was scared of what he had done.

He looked right at me and gulped. "A-are you alright?" Mark spoke, a little frightened.

"I-I don't think so....I feel lost, and scared" I spoke softly looking away from him.

I started to tear up,feeling the tears glide down my cheeks and onto my thigh.

Mark held the knife tightly and, gut the ropes from my arms and legs, that binded me from the chair.

I got up stumbling a bit as I looked around.

I then looked at mark and sighed softly. "I don't think I can walk....my legs hurt, can you possibly carry me...?" I asked my bruised, cut legs begin to feel like gelatinous, like they would wobble and make me fall over.

Mark nodded dropping the knife on the floor with a cling, grabbing onto my tight gently Manoeuvring his strong arm around my legs and waist, pulling me up into his chest.

My head hurt, pounding again and again.

I knew this man, hell...I felt my eyes lids slowly drop.

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Marks p.o.v)
I thought about this girl as I walked out of the basement of my home.

She seemed very familiar, I wasn't going to think of this now, this girl needs my help, that's what's important right this minute.

Maybe I can give her a room for now, and maybe we'll know what happened.

I have no memory of hurting her at all.
I don't even think I know her that well, to harm her.

I looked at her face studying everything as I carried her up the stairs and down the hallway to a spare room.

I washed her up, put her in some of my clothes and tucked her in, gently putting a note right beside her, I left a light on in the hallway.

I slipped out of her room and gently walked to the bathroom connecting to the hallway.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt sick knowing I'd possibly do this to someone.

I looked at the sickly looking grey creature, that was me in the mirror.

"y̸o̸u̸r̸ a̸ m̸o̸n̸s̸t̸e̸r̸ f̸a̸c̸e̸ i̸t̸ m̸a̸r̸k̸, y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸d̸ t̸h̸i̸s̸ t̸o̸ h̸e̸r̸"
A voice echoed inside my head, it gave me a headache. I winced slightly, everything felt like it was spinning. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD,IM SICK OF YOU!!" I thrashed my arms at the mirror shattering it, pieces flying everywhere.

I looked at my arms, the glass embedded into my skin, for a quick second I didn't feel any pain, my brown eyes started to engulf nothing but darkness.