Ereganto: Okay there...uhm...yeah...this is my first ever fic here, so I hope that I do RENT some justice. I know that there are some hardcore Roger/Mark shippers out there, but I'm not real big on writing the whole big gay scene (I am not anti-gay...some of my best friends are gay)...however, I love writing Angel and Collins, but that's because it's so easy to imagine Angel as a girl! Anyways...I'm ranting...my point is there won't be any Mark/Roger love and there will be very little Maureen/Joanne love. I must say that I love Mark and Joanne together. My best friend's mom even said that they should get together! Lol...so, nobody hate me because I hate nobody. I just...don't feel comfortable writing about Mark/Roger, especially considering Roger has Mimi. So...please don't hate me or my drabbles...thank you?
"Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive!"
That one statement, that one thing yelled at me in a rare moment of anger, is a mockery of its original meaning. It haunts me, my every waking moment, my dreams, my life. He was wrong, so positively, horribly wrong, and it makes me laugh. A horrid, bitter, dry laugh. The Mark Cohen I knew had rarely ever been wrong before. But he was now and it pisses me off.
Survive. What the hell does that apply to? Nothing survives a considerable amount of time. People die daily after living a few meager years of working. Animals don't survive because the human race kills them all to fucking feed themselves for the last time. Everything dies, nothing survives. Hell, even cities fucking die-just look at Tent City.
'One of us...'that's another bitter laugh. 'Us?' What 'us?' Collins and Mimi are dead, gone with Angel. Maureen left for LA with some guy and his twin sister, leaving a depressed Joanne behind. Last I knew, she was living in Boston. She moved there after getting a promotion and promising me she'd keep in touch. She calls every once in a while and pays for my AZT. I'm the only one left after he fucking stuck his nose where it didn't belong for fucking Alexi Darling-who thought the gang wars belonged on Buzzline. Damn her and her story to hell. Now he's a fucking vegetable in some hospital.
Yeah, he's still alive, but not. He hasn't moved on his own in 18 months because some shit faced gangster put one in his fucking head. Surviving? Hell, not the way he meant, but he's still here. Mark's surviving, but he'll never fucking know it.
A/N: sooo...how was my first drabble?? Yes, it's narrarated by Roger. Hope it's good...and I'm looking foreward to reviews!!!