Mark Snaps
Everyone was gone, Mark felt so isolated. Collins, Mimi and Roger all died from the AIDS virus, one right after the other. In the last five years so much was lost and hardly anything was gained. I began when Angel died and got worst after they lost Collins. Maureen and Joanne moved away trying to forget the pain of the past. Benny stopped talking to him and seeing him completely. He wondered if he was trying to forget their sorrows as well.
He searched the loft for something he could use to commit suicide. He first went to the balcony looking down, he could jump. No, he didn't want to make a scene. He went to the silverware drawer next; slitting his wrists was an option. No, it was too messy and plus it was too girlie. He then went into the bathroom; he could drown himself or overdose in aspirin. No, overdosing was half-witted and drowning was also way to girlie.
He went back into the living room looking around. He then saw his scarf; it was perfect. He knew what he wanted to do now. Grabbing a chair he tied the scarf to a pipe. Climbing down he wound his camera one last time. Standing in front of it he spoke nervously.
"Today is December 24, 1994, Christmas Eve. Everyone's gone. You all abandoned me and I hate you for it. Why did you abandon me? Our family truly did die with Angel. She and Collins seemed to hold us together. Roger you're right, I did hide in my work. You know why? I'll tell you. It kept me sane. I'm insane now right because of what I'm about to do. Well Roger, how do you like me now? Well what do you think pretty boy? Am I crazy now? Am I the poor baby you said I was, am I? You know I loved you, you may of never realized it but I do…I did. I loved you as much as Collins loved Angel. After Mimi died I tried to show you but you overlooked me, forced me away, hurt me. You loved her and only her right. I loved you first. Why didn't you see it? I was there for you longer and more then Mimi. I wept when you died. You have no idea how much. I forgive you but not her for taking you away from me. All I wanted is for you to love me. Its ok now, I will join you soon my love. All will be forgotten. "
Mark smiled insanely and took the sharp silver knife he still had in his hand and cut himself across his palms showing the camera. He then walked over to the window and wrote on it.
"Will I lose my dignity, will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"
Next to that on the wall he answered the questions in all caps.
"NO"
He stood back admiring his work and showing it arrogantly to the camera. Finally he climbed on the chair and tied the scarf tightly around his neck; with unstable legs and tears in his eyes he tipped the chair. With his last words;
"Farewell fierce world."
Marcus Michael Cohen would soon join his friends.
The End.