PTSD; Markbam (Completed)

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Mark's POV
The next day, i sit in front of the desk, a sketch book sitting there. I had drawn a raven perched on a tree, uncolored leaves falling behind it. I had colored the raven a black, that almost looked purple. Of course the tree branch was brown, but i need to color the leaves. "Mark?" i look up to the door and see bambam holding a tray with food on it. "Oh hey.. Come in" he smiled and set the food on a small desk before coming to see what i have drawn. "It's a bird on a tree.... What does it mean?" i sit him on my lap "for now i don't really know, i think of it as of a bird that represents death, the tree branch represents rest, death has been going around for to long and needs to take a break so it takes a rest on this branch" bambam hummed and stared at it with furrowed brows. "Do you not like it?" "no it's not that, i'm just trying to understand the meaning of this so i can make a conclusion on what you are thinking, what your soul is telling you" i hum and hug him "for now let me continue and you can look at it later" bambam nodded and got up off of my lap and left the room.

Bambam's POV
I stared at 'coco' as she chewed a plastic hotdog. "Why do people like dogs so much?" i ask myself. I prefer cats since they are more chill and laid back. Coco stopped playing with the toy and ran up to me. She started biting my ankles! "Yah stop it!" i squeak and tried pushing her away with my foot. She only came back to bite at me again. "Stop you mutt" i growl and pick her up "why do you keep biting me?" it barks and i glare. What a brat. I take her into the kitchen and sit her on the table. I grab a pot and start to boil some water. I sit in front of the small pup and stare at her as she laid in front of me, her black eyes consuming my soul. I shiver. "What are you?" she tilts her head and i chuckle. I Rub her head and let her lick my hand. "Seems like you guys are getting along" i laugh a bit and nod "she's ok, i'm making spaghetti tonight" Mark nodded and showed me his drawing. "I'm done" i smile and take the drawing into my hands. A black raven, has a dark shade of purple to it, a chain is connected to its ankle, also connected to the tree, there is leaves in the back ground, wind as well, the raven seems to have a hint if red in its eyes, probably fire? Anger? Blood? "Are you ok?" Mark asked me. I shake my head and look at him "huh? Yeah why?" "cause your crying" i touch my cheeks and they are in fact wet. I wipe my tears away and hand Mark his drawing back. "Are you..... Upset?" i ask slowly "what do you mean?" "i ask this because you seem upset all the time, even if you were smiling you look almost scared or upset with something or someone, i...... Are you upset with me?" i ask, my voice cracking mid sentence. He didn't say anything for a minute and i started to tear up. "No i'm not..... I'm upset w-with myself" i look up at him and see him staring me down. "Why.....?" i ask, almost in a whisper "because i'm weak"

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Babes, i've made a decision, i will be rewriting Jinbam; babyboy AFTER save me is done, and i will also be rewriting Markbam; pretty waiter AFTER PTSD is done

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