The Teacher

Adding Pleasure

The only time Mark has ever loved anyone was when his mother was still around.
The soft sweet little woman who fed him and tucked him in at night was tainted and ruined by the harsh hands of his father.
He hurt them both, and Mark didn't have any lasting or loving memory of him.
His fingers brushed over her grave stone, reading the words Martha Lynn Fishbach in big letters engraved into the stone.
He placed the beautiful Bouquet of flowers down on the grass and sat up, stepping away and just admiring how she is in a better place now.
And the rotten man she called a husband is in jail.

A twig snapped and Mark's head lifted, soft brown eyes opening as he turned his head.
Ace smiled slightly, walking forward and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"She is in a better place Mark.." her voice murmured, moving to hug her bestfriend.
"I promise she is alright."
All the half Korean did was nod, wrapping his arms around Ace and hugging her tightly.
His mind was racing with possibilities of how he would leave this cruel world.
I mean who has he got to live for?

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The door shut behind him as he made his way down the crowded halls.
Noise beyond coherence echoed and his head was pounding, his brain smashing against his skull for relief.
He turned a corner, trying to relieve himself by finding a quiet place.
He ended up just pushing a classroom door open and stepping it, slamming the wooden door behind him.
"Good morning Mark." That Irish accent echoed through the room.
A small groan erupted from his lips, eyes falling soon the teacher statue sitting at his desk.
He was typing on his computer, orbs not even bothering to look over.
"What brings you here so early?"
Mark cocked his head to the side, glancing at the time and realizing his class didn't start till 8 and it was only 7:00.
He was on break.
"Well, my head is pounding, just wanted a quiet place." He said, leaning back against the door and letting his eyes slip closed again.
"A migraine huh? Come here I have some Midol." He said, pushing his chair back a bit and reaching down to open one of the drawers.
The red haired boy stepped forward, walking to Jack and waiting, tapping his fingers on the desk surface.
Jack pulled up a box of Midol, reaching in and handing two to Mark.
"Take that." He said, also handing him a bottle of water.
Mark did as told and sighed, putting the water down and closing his eyes again. Leaning against the desk.
He was about to pass out. He hasn't gotten much sleep lately and it was starting to take a toll on him.
Small arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into the other's lap.
And all he did was yawn. Burying his face into the skinny shoulder of the other.
"Oh Mark.." his teacher sighed, kissing the shell of his ear.
"If only you knew what I dreamed about in that coma.."
Was all the half Korean heard before he passed out in Jack's lap.

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