A/N: I was very depressed when I wrote this and was very tired so don't blame me if it sorta, oh I don't know…sucks! Enjoy.
Dreams Destroying my sleep, How can hurt reach so deep?
Waking up is too much effort, sleep is a luxury I cant afford.
'How does that remind me of myself' Mark Cohen thought as he read a book in the loft shared by him and Roger.
Depression overwhelms my soul.
Deep darkness, a big black hole, Sadness eats it way through my heart.
Where does it end, Where did it start?
'My, My, My. That sounds a lot like what I've been thinking these past couple days' Mark thought completely into this book.
Right then Roger walked into the loft with Mimi on his arm.
"Hey, Mark." Mimi said as she let go of Roger and walked over and sat on the couch.
"Yeah, hows it going, Buddy. Havent seen you in a while" Roger asked smiling at Mark and walking over and sitting next to Mimi putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Maybe cause your always with Mimi" Mark mumbled to himself bitterly.
"What was that Marky" Mimi asked looking at me with her deep chocolate brown eyes.
"Nothing Im gonna go edit some film in my room, so don't go looking for me" Mark called back over his shoulder while retreating back into his room.
"Okay, well I don't know about you but I am going to take a nap care to join me?" Roger asked lying down on the couch closing his eyes.
"I thought you would never ask."Mimi then slid into Rogers arms. "Hey, Rog" "Yeah Babe" Roger asked giving her all of his attention.
"Do you think somethings wrong with Mark. I mean hes seemed sort of……well, depressed lately and I wanted to know if you noticed too?" Mimi had her eyes closed, but from the look on her face you could tell she was in deep thought.
"Yeah, I did notice. I even tried talking to Mark about it but all he did was push me away and tell me he was 'fine' as he calls it. I am really worried about him." After that they both fell asleep.
A couple hours later Roger woke up to a knocking on the loft door. Roger walked over to find an out of breathe Collins at the door. Roger noted the lesions on his neck. He looked a lot like Angel did before he died.
"Yo, Man. Where's Mark. I just got his message" Collins asked looking around the loft. He saw Marks door closed.
"Oh, damn. Have you been watching him." Collins asked looking Roger in the eye.
"Yes, he said he was going to edit film or something in his room about four hours ago" Roger told Collins as he walked over to Marks door and opened it to find……
To Be Continued