#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...
Hey! Before you guys start reading this latest update. I just wanna say that I wasn't online for a long time. (4 weeks precisely) so I have missed most of the latest updates from most of you guys but I will surely get to each one of it soon. 😁
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Mark's POV
It all started with that ghostly, white wall and ended with a bloody dead body. My Jeanette's dead body.
How long could I go on? How many times more? How many times could I spectate her death? I went back to the library, but that book on Death Loops was gone. I inquired about it again and again to the librarian but he had no record of it. How could any of it be true?
I wanted to wake up out of this endless nightmare but I was forced back into this accursed day. I tried repeatedly to prevent her death but somehow it would always occur. I could not find a single haven to protect her, not even my own home was safe. Death would always find a way to take her from me.
I couldn't count anymore, I don't know how long I've been doing this but I knew this...... there's no end to it. Hope was something I didn't even bother to believe in anymore.
My window got opened because I didn't give any answer to her relentless tabs. I turned in my bed, placing my face against the pillow.
"You could've opened the window, you completely don't care about my life, do you!?" she said upon entering.
She has no idea at all.
"Then why did you climb the window? That proves you don't either. " I answered her.
She went completely silent and after a moment said, "It's my life my Mark. I can do whatever I want to do with it." "That does not give you the right to take it!" I finally raised from the bed, eyes filling with tears. "Mark what-" "Get out Jeanette. I beg of you, please go away." my tears still flowing.
She protested that she needed to know 'why' but she finally gave up after a while. I collapsed against my door after I closed it for her, wrapping my legs in my arms. I rested my head against my knees crying, like a three-year-old.
There's no end. We are all doomed. Some day our sun will burn out, or a black hole will engulf earth, or an earthquake will shake off all life, but today Jeanette West will lose her life and you're going to let that happen-, my conscience asked me, -why?
Just then my phone beeped and for some reason I ran to get it. Maybe I was angry on Jeanette but I was also upset with myself for behaving like that. But the call was only from Cathy.
I cannot give up, not today. Or any other day when I know my friend is in need. Maybe I just need help of someone who knows to defend themselves or someone who can provide her with enough protection.
Cathy's phone keeps ringing, now mute, but the ringtone is still ringing in my ears. Yes Cathy, she can. She always have bodyguards swarming around her. She can help! I picked up the cell with one quick motion and said, "Hey Catherine, I need some help."
