42nd Country Road

Pain is a Prison...

"I'm missing one," I said harshly. I climbed off of Mark and stormed over to him.

"He's in the next room," He said. I walked over there to see Danny hitting him.

"Hey!" I called.

"Ah she's awake," He said. There was a sledge hammer leaning against the doorway. I grabbed it and smacked Danny with it. He fell to the floor, blood leaking from his head.

"Ah, hello pretty," Jack said. The dark rose up in me.

"Hello," I replied.

"Come here and untie me, then I can repay you," He said.

"Oh, Jack. Mark wouldn't agree and you know this," I said untying him. I finished untying the last knot and I started to walk away, when Jack's hand caught my waist, he then turned me around so I was facing him. His face was slowly getting closer to mine Mark walked in almost on cue.

"Jack..." he said, the crazy back in his voice. Jack quickly stepped away. Mark walked over to me. I stayed still, eyeing Mark.

"Good morning, Mark," Jack said

"Jack, you know you can't touch her," Mark said pulling my hair back,

"I know, Mark." Jack said squaring up to Mark. I saw Roger in the doorway. I walked over to him slowly.

"Roger..." I said. He was shaking.

"Y-yes?" He replied

"Get out of here, you are in danger," I said. This was new. I was dark and I was thinking of someone else's well being. Roger ran out of the house. I turned around to see Mark and Jack at a death glare with each other. I slipped back to my normal self and left the room. I didn't want to deal with that. I went into Mark's room and laid on his bed. The sheets smelled like him. I curled up under them and closed my eyes listening to the soft noises from outside. I breathed in the smell of the sheets. I heard stuff falling in the room next to me soon after. The dark started to push into my chest again. I was fighting it. I grabbed the shirt resting over my chest and pulled on it, groaning in pain. The crashing sounds met the hallway. The darkness was still thrashing at my chest. They entered the room I was in. Mark gripped my hands.

"Pretty," He said, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," I said through pain

"It's the darkness, Mark," Jack said, "Are you stupid?"

"Oh, pretty let it out, you'll feel better," Mark said

"N-no, I don't want to," I said through my teeth. I had to let it win. I finally let go of the old me. I breathed out the pain gone. The crazy spinning inside my skull. I looked at the ceiling in disappointment.

"I told she was weak," I said. Mark was still holding my hands.

"She is, but you're not," he said smiling, the dark hated it when he did that.

"Mark," I said, trying to sit up. He restricted me and kept me on the bed

"What?" Mark said. His voice getting deeper. Crawled on top of me still holding my hands firmly above my head. His face was so close to mine.

"Jack, go look around the house for anything worth our time," Mark said. His breath creeping up my nose.

"Mark... why do I have," Jack started.

"Just go..." Mark said cutting him off. Jack left the room. As soon as he left Mark attacked my lips. I twisted under his grip trying to break free, but each time I ended up with the same result. The dark loved this, but the normal knew this was wrong. Mark let go of my hands and his hands met my waist. My arms wrapped around his neck. His lips caressing mine. Suddenly I was back to normal. Mark was still going at it. My hands met his shoulders and I tried to shove him off.

"Mark..." I said, but I was cut off by his kisses. There was a rusty lamp of the bed side table. I tried to reach it, but Mark's strong grip held me down. My fingers dangled off the side of the table. I caught the cord with a finger and started to inch the ancient thing towards me. I had a hold of the bottom of the lamp. I smacked it across Mark's head. His body fell on top of mine.

"Finally," I whispered in relief. Mark was heavy. I knew I couldn't lift him by myself, So I called for Jack. He popped his head into the room completely normal.

"Could I have some help?" I asked him, showing him my dilemma.

"Ya, no. You are your own with that," Jack said smiling and leaning on the door frame.

"Screw you!" I laughed, " But really, please help,"

"I told you I can't, but I can make some soup for you when you get done," He said.

"Fine," I snapped at him.

"Okay, good luck," Jack said leaving the room.