42nd Country Road

Sketches

"Go grab Jack, and let's get out," I said slowly, "Then I'm all yours,"

"Promise?" He asked Looking into my eyes.

"Promise," I replied going back to normal.

I stumbled backwards holding my head. My back hit the wall that was holding my chain.

"Ev," Mark said running over to me. He through my arm over his shoulder and started to walk. The chain caught my ankle and I fell towards the unforgiving ground. I squeaked in pain and looked up to Mark. There was concern in his eyes as he knelt down to pick me up.

"Go without me," I choked out, "Save yourself,"

"I'm not leaving without you," Mark said. The dark came out in him and he ripped the chain from the wall.

"You aren't mine, but he loves you," He said the darkness weighing in his voice. He picked me up and started to run. The smell of bleach overwhelming my nose and pulling me into unconsciousness.

I woke up to the smell of Mark's Jacket and a campfire. I slowly opened my eyes to see Jack poking at a dying fire.

"Morning," Jack said

"Morning," I replied pulling Mark's sweater under my nose.

"You hungry?" Jack asked. I let go of the jacket and sat up.

"Sort of," I replied. Jack handed me a can of soup.

"Eat up," He said. I took a spoonful and looked behind me. To see Mark with no shirt wading into a glassy lake.

"What's he doing?" I asked.

"Well he thought you were going to sleep all day so he was going for a swim," Jack replied

"He'd thought I'd sleep all day," I chuckled to myself.

"Well ya, you had a rough car ride," Jack said. I turned around to face Jack.

"Rough car ride?" I asked.

"You kept talking to your father, you said he kept yelling at you," Jack said. What Jack said gave me chills.

"I'm okay now," I said, "My father... My father...He's not important,"

"Okay, you sure you okay?" Jack said. I turned to face Mark who had wet his hair down.

"Y-ya," I said, distracted. I put the can of soup down and turned my full attention towards Mark. I wish I had a pen and paper right now.

"Jack?" I asked, "Do you happen to have a pen and paper," Jack looked confused.

"Maybe?" He replied, looking through Mark's bag which was sitting right next to him.

"Thanks for checking," I replied looking back at Mark.

"Why the hell does he have this," Jack said holding up a sketch pad and a bag of pencils. I laughed a little at Jack handed them to me. I opened the sketch pad to see small sketches and drawings of me. I looked at them in awe. I smiled to myself.

"So... what's in them?" Jack asked. I turned to a blank page.

"Nothing," I replied. Jack went back to what he was doing and I picked a pencil out of the bag and slowly started to sketch the mountains in front of Mark and the reflection off the glassy water. I made every single detail perfectly matching to the one in front of me.

"Where'd you learn to draw like that?" Jack asked

"Uh..." I said, startled, "I just kind of picked it up as a kid,"

"Well, you're really good," Jack said. I smiled a bit as I started to draw Mark.

"Thanks," I replied.

"No, Ev, you're really good," Jack insisted. I laughed at him.

"Don't you have to go tend the fire or something," I laughed. He laughed and left.

I was about done with the drawing when Mark started to wade back to the fire. He looked at me confused.

"Why do you have my sketchpad?" he asked. I turned the pad around to show him. He smiled. grabbing the pad out of my hands. He knelt down and kissed me.

"Do you like it?" I asked keeping my lips close to his.

"I love it," He replied. He grabbed his shirt and put it on. He then sat next to me. I leaned on his shoulder pulling his jacket over me. Jack had returned to mindlessly poking at the fire once again.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked Mark.

"Well... I don't know yet," he replied.

"I'm okay with not knowing," I replied, smiling up at him. I suddenly felt a prick on my neck. I winced reaching behind to find a small dart. I felt dizzy. I weakly looked up at Mark. He looked down at me in concern.

"Run," I whispered, then lost consciousness.