He's always at the corner

Chapter 6

the answer was simple, that angel could not bare to love the devil, who will just cost her great troubles. She will do great in this world, she's utterly amazing, I promise you, and I was extremely grateful to have her by my side while I was where my name was stuck to. Even just for a little,

even though she could not love me.

I was still grateful.

Chapter 6

Joan waited at the hall during dismissal for about an hour. She got frustrated and decided to leave. She was walking down the street and saw the a tin can lying there and she kicked it,because she was so frustrated, but she felt kind of guilty five minutes later because she heard his stack of tapes collapsing. But then she remembered him ditching her and making her wait an hour, and everything seemed alright. She walked past his house and scanned the basement to check if he was there. He wasn't.

Joan had her ups and down that day, it was so far the most frustrating day of her life. So when she saw Mark sitting at the porch, pressumbaly waiting for her, she decided to (stupidly) run to the door, just to be obvious she was avoiding him. Mark sighed and caught her by her shoulders, facing her towards him. She didn't want to look up, a part of her didn't want to forgive Mark, she felt as if she forgave him, he would always be like this. She was doing this for his sake, she couldn't bare to see what Mark would do when the time really comes. She couldn't bare to see Mark get hurt. She also knew everything she said was a hundred percent true.

"Look, i'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I--well, just wanted you safe, I couldn't bare to see you get hurt again, I can't. I'm truly sorry if I can't ever let you go without getting hurt when that time really comes, you know as much as I do that I can't be helped. I know that time will come and--God, Joan, he said, looking up, do I sleep pretending that it never will." Joan looked down, she didn't want to hear this, she didn't want to stay, she wanted to live, she wanted to be with he's always at the corner guy. And at that second, something in her mind clicked.

"Uh... Mark... S'kay"

"No--just hear me out, Joan, promise me that until you're with me, until you're still mine, he thought, that you aren't going to leave, that you would at least cherish the moments where I will be the only guy in your life. Even just for a few moments."

If she wasn't so worried and distracted and heartless, she swore that she would be crying Niagara Falls by now.

Joan was sorry, she was, but Mark's speech right now wasn't entering her brain because she was worrying about more important things. Joan got to her knees and clasped her hands together, as if she was praying for something--or begging for the last Girl Scout cookie from her mother.

"Mark, I'm sorry for--she looked to the side. Whatever I did, but I really, really need your help, like, ASAP." Mark looked confused but processed the whole situation and grinned, looking down to Joan.

"Did my speech trigger some sort of happy pill on your heart? Can't believe it, Joan Hill kneeling right in front me" he said, crouching down to her level.

"Are you bipolar or something?"

"If you find that attractive then yes, I very much am"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm serious--I'm serious, Mark"

"Ok... Ok, then what is it?"

"Just follow me"

Joan ran to the alley ways, she didn't have time to get the truck. Mark just tagged along with her, panting. Joan stopped and looked around,

no she thought, no no no no she ran to the next alley but no luck.

She ran her hand through her hair. God, where are you?...

Mark ran up to her.

"Where are we going anyway?" he said, half-panting

Joan clasped her hands and crouched down. She thought, and thought, and stood up. Running. I know where you are now

She ran, and she never stopped, because she hoped she never would, she hoped she would always run to him. She hoped that he would be the only guy she would run to, and nothing after. Joan ran, she ran to the corner.

When Joan got there, with Mark barely catching up, she lost a little of herself. She losses a little of herself everytime she sees him, but right now was different, she was losing herself. She felt a wave of adrenaline run through her when she saw he's always at the corner guy, beaten, and half-naked, with a gun pointed to his head. The same damn assholes from earlier found him, with bats and other things Joan wouldn't even touch. But she would, if he's always at the corner guy's life depended on it. She definitely would.

She grabbed a bat and began running towards one of them. Mark pulled her by her shirt.

"You're crazy"

"I know, " she said miserably, but still got up and ran in which she obviously ended up getting caught by Mark again.

"Who is he anyway?" Mark said, getting a little frustrated of all the useless mystery. my life, my savior, someone you could probably call God and won't get dicriminated because other people will call him God too.

Joan couldn't wait any longer, every second passing by, he was slipping right through her. Joan knew, she couldn't do anything, and this was indeed her fault. She knew she--even with Mark who is five inches taller than her couldn't do anything. She felt even worse than hopeless, and she couldn't even make up a word for it. Joan began to tear up with all the frustration and anger.

"Please, Mark, you have to do something, I can't let him die, she said, desperately, if--if he dies, I will die, I can't lose him, please, Mark."

Mark loved her siser, but he didn't like the affection she was giving that guy. He wasnt mean, he wanted to help, but he really couldn't do anything with those men, they were huge.

"I really can't do anything, I'm sorry, I really am" Joan placed her hands on her head, then to her face, then she grabbed Mark's hands, squeezing it just a little. She couldn't even stop her tears by now, she felt hurt ring throught her body.

"Please! Do something! Anything! He can't die, he can't! he can't! If I lose him, I'll lose myself! he saved me and the least I could do is to save him back!" Joan said, shaking him desperately, searching him for an answer. She saw nothing, nothing. She stopped, and slowly placed her hands to her sides.

"I'm sorry, Joan"

Mark stood with her for awhile and decided to go. She stood there, emotionless. And Mark decided to leave her alone for awhile.

Joan was dumb-struck. Cursing herself for being so stupid for not remembering everything. Mark just left and it was a minutes when she heard something.She stood up, with her eyes wide open, and some liquid dripping on the floor. She was shaking.

She heard a gunshot.