#4 in teen fiction
"Life is a one time offer, use it well."
Nope. Doesn't work for me that way. Wish, it could.
Mark Geller is a seventeen year old teenager with perfect grades, perfect life plans, perfect home, perfect family and a perfect best fr...
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Mark's POV
My breath felt heavy. It felt like the moment has stopped, waiting for my heart to die. My ears began ringing from the screams coming from inside me. I could taste the blood inside my mouth. My bloody hand reached out to hold hers but I didn't move from my position. My vision became blurred with my tears but that was in the reason why I didn't move. The reason was me.
Me, from the very beginning. I was too afraid for anyone's good. Whenever I would try to help something already broken, all I could do was to break it further into tiny pieces. It was all anyone could do. And now that she was dying too, all I could do was watch. Watch as the truck rolled over Jean's body. And my heart.
A nerve was pounding against my temple, but I still couldn't move. I was filled with grief and I knew something has just changed my whole world, but still couldn't move a muscle.
And then I blinked. My senses changed, everything seemed black and white. Then finally just black, like someone has turned all the lights off. Next thing I knew, I was staring blankly at the ceiling of my room. I rose quickly out of my bed, still figuring out what happened. My heart still pounding hard against my chest, mouth still tasting like blood and ears still ringing which screams, I reached out of my room and directly heading into Emilia's without knocking.
"Where's she?" I asked almost screaming. "Jesus, Mark what's wrong? And who's she?" Emilia asked, abruptly turning towards me. "Where's Jean?" I said desperately, answering only the latter part. "Maybe her house, I guess. But wait-" she replied and was half way to ask what happened but I started to run before she could finish. I spotted Dad against the kitchen counter, talking to someone over phone but he didn't care to stop me. I raced up to Jeanette's place and found Paul in the garage.
"Hey Mark. Having a rough day, huh? Well I'm having one too. I'm looking for this thing and you can help-" he started. "Where's Jean?" I asked cutting him off. "Why? She is in backyard, in the shed. Looking for something she told me." he answered. "Is she like, okay? I mean unhurt." "It's been a unhurt summer for her, since she did not try to mess with others. Except you. She loves messing with you." he answered, almost laughing. "I'll check on her then." I said and half jogged to the backyard. I slowed down when I spotted the shed. I took in deep breaths as I reached to the door. I was turning a doorknob when I remembered that this was the place where I first met Jean aka the Phantom Queen.
On the dusk of 31st October, that is Halloween, I ran outside my house because I was sad that dad wasn't home for that Halloween either. I was looking for some place in the neighborhood where I could hide myself in and never to be found again So, in my pirate costume, I spotted a small shed in the backyard of grand house and hid myself there and cried my heart out. It was the only thing I could think of to do, but after about half an hour I heard some footsteps headed in my direction and silhouette appeared from the door.
It was so dark that I had to squint to notice her face. It was covered with dark makeup that was supposed to give a scary look, but it did not hide the innocent face underneath it. I squeezed myself behind a carton box when she spotted me. She came closer and I noticed the black dress she wore. It was torn at some places deliberately to match her gloomy makeup. Her hair were wavy and somewhat looked like a nest with silver laces attached all over it. SHE WAS DRESSED AS A PHANTOM!
