Unforgivable

Apologies

I woke up to a new notepad, two bottles of water, and the cop, who I found out was named Mark, standing outside of my room. I sat up trying to think but it felt like a school day when you're all warm and comfy then all of a sudden your alarm goes off, your blanket get pulled off of you, ice cold water is dumped all of you and your bed leaving you freezing cold, and wondering where your blanket is, oblivious to the fact that your in nothing but your underwear and a fan is blasting you with cold air.

"Rise and shine," Sarah said coming into the room with a tray of food. On the tray, there is cereal, eggs, milk, and a spork. She left the room and I pushed the tray away, instead of grabbing the notepad and pen. I let my hand dance across the paper, gliding over the previous lines. Then shading ever-so-slightly in between some of the lines. As I was drawing Mark stepped into the room.

"Are you gonna eat that?" he asked pointing at my tray. I shook my head 'no' and continued to draw. All I heard was crunching and swallowing every now and then. I looked up at him when he burped wondering how he was so proud to be himself. Of course, he was being himself in front of a suicidal person but all the more reason to stay quiet and stay hidden.

I looked back down at my artwork then slowly graded my work. It looked decent but I didn't exactly have markers or colored pencils to spice it up.

"Marco there are some people here to see you," Sarah said gladly. Mark sat upright on the bed careful not to spill the milk he was drinking. Sarah scolded him for this but he quickly recovered. I looked back up at her laughing softly, barely audible and put on a questionable face. Then in walked the people to make my life a living hell. The devils themselves and with them their leader, Luke.

He looked guilty of something but I had no clue for what. He did this to me fully aware. Was it Sarah, did Sarah do something?

"Marcus we are all very, very sorry," Damian said sadly. Pretending, I thought.

"It's Marco," Mark said annoyed.

"Sorry," Simon said for Damian.

I looked at Mark laughing quietly but not giggling yet. Sarah saw and smiled a bit before going serious, "Luke don't you have something to say?"

"No," he said simply. I wasn't surprised he didn't say much, he's never been one for apologies. I'm OK with it but Sarah and Mark their faces said, 'Oh hell no,' but at the same time it said, 'I am going to kill you,'. Mark got up. He is about the same height as Luke and Damian, but shorter than Simon. Sarah blocked the exit and there aren't windows so I am terrified.

"You put him in the hospital, all of you, and don't even have the guts to say you're sorry?" Mark said gritting his teeth.

"We said we were sorry," Simon said grabbing Luke's shoulder pulling him back a bit.

"You 2 did but this asswipe thinks he's all big and bad," Mark said poking Luke in the chest roughly.

"We said it for him," Damian said showing he was on Luke's side.

"You-" I cleared my throat quietly stopping Mark mid-sentence. I shook my head 'no', he huffed and sat back down on the bed eating an apple that was on my plate. I was going to nod my head until my head started pounding and my heart started to ache. My stomach started to turn and I felt something else in my throat. I swallowed whatever it was and pointed to the trash can. Mark got up walking past the devils grabbing it for me with a worried face.

He handed me the trash can and I opened my mouth letting out all that was in my throat waiting to be released. After a minute I looked at what I was puking out. Blood. I looked worried at the bottom of the trash can. I don't have cancer, and yet I'm puking blood. I was stopped mid-thought by more puking. Luke and his friends were in the room but I couldn't tell if the expression was worried or grossed out. Grossed out, I thought. The doctor came in finally, taking me away.