Classic Rock Imagines

Mark Evans // AC/DC

Mark Evans: Kicked in the Teeth
Warnings: drinking, mentions of death
Note: Tragic Fluff

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Two empty shot glasses stood in front of me, as if they were staring back at me, convincing me to get another one.  Well, it worked.

I reached for the drink being handed to me, I instantly put the cold glass to my lips, feeling the sting of the alcohol burning down my throat, numbing the pain even further. The quick rush of adrenaline was short lived, soon returning into a state of depression and emotional pain.

Everything around me slowly lost focus, and the noises became muffled shouts. The smells ensnared my senses, burning my eyes, and suffocating my throat. It becomes hard to breathe; I reach for my throat, as if that might help me.

All the emotional pain comes flowing back in, destroying the last bit of sanity I had. My body ached, and my heart was shattered. I didn't think anything would ever be normal again. I lost a piece of myself, something that I cherished, someone that loved.

I was done with the alcohol, done with trying to drown out the pain. I was going to have to face this eventually, and what better time than now.

The tears stream down my face as I walk out of the bar with my head hung low, avoiding any eye contact. I bump into a few people, but I keep moving; I just wanna get out of this hellhole.

I walk through an empty park, sitting down for a few minutes just to fathom everything while I'm slightly sober.

Everybody that said I'll be here for you or I'll help you through anything. It was all bullshit. Nobody said a single word to me after my brother died. No support, no empathy, just plain coldness. My friends went on with their lives, knowing that my brother had passed, but they didn't care. All they cared about was themselves. And then people wonder why I have trust issues.

I felt completely alone. I had no one. The only person that I ever felt truly cared about me wasn't here. He was in Australia, and I was in America.

"You look like you could use a hug"

I turn around to see Mark. The one person I wanted to see, but also the one I never thought would be standing behind me. I'm dumbstruck at first because I didn't know if I was actually seeing what I was seeing. I look at his with tears in my eyes,

"It's really me."

It feels like the inside of me was shattered and attempted to be repaired. I was in so much pain, yet so happy. Emotions overwhelmed my being as I collapsed into his arms. He holds me tighter, pulling me into his frame. My head rests on his shoulder and my arms around his neck. I melt into the affection, never wanting to be stripped of it again.

"I needed this more than you will ever know." My voice was hoarse and barely understandable, filled with pain and anguish of the events that had happened in the last week.

"I know. But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."