#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
That White Ceiling. The only colour which was associated with light, purity and safety. Contrary to black, white usually has a positive connotation. But not towards me, this time.
From Jean's liveliness to her death, each and everything was running in my mind but the relation between all of it felt empty and neutral like that white wall at which I was staring for an hour.
At this time it seemed to me as if I was hallucinating. Again and again, I repeated each and every event from start to end, trying to make sense or some connection. It all felt as if I was asked to join a broken chain which had an unknown start and end.
All this waste of time only made up my mind about 3 thing to do:
1) Bang my head in that white wall.
2) Leave everything and plan on becoming a unicorn. Wait! That is not for me. Yeah! Or becoming a saint.
3) Emilia Geller. Yes, she is my last hope, the one who is younger than me but always the mature one. Not that 4 seconds matters a lot between us.
I didn't plan anything, about what I will say to her? Or how will I convince her? Because all I know is, she is the only person who could trust me with her eyes closed. Wait, maybe Jean as well. . . nevermind.
I still remember those days, after Jasper's death, when I used to come home wasted and she was the one always there for me. The time when I used to wake up after those terrible nightmares and just that one magical hug from her was enough. Whenever me and Jean had a fight she was the one to bring us back. All I knew was she had some mysterious power which always turned my frown into a smile.
As I was lost thinking all about her, my mind didn't even register that I was knocking at her door non-stop.
"Oh god! Mark, wait I am coming."
I stopped banging on her door, wondering about how she got to know that I was at the door.
"How did you know that it was me?"
"Woah! Mark. Firstly there is a thing called 'Hi' or 'Hello', in other words known as greetings, which my dear brother hardly uses. Secondly, It's 6 in the morning. So, I know most of us will be sleeping except some and lastly we are the only one living here." Even though her voice was low but I could still detect the sadness.
