A/N: I'm kind of getting tired of writing all these humor fics that I have, so I've decided to work a bit more on darker one shots. (Plus AngelxCollins told me I am very good at emotional fics.) I know there are a crap load of these types, but I just had to do it.

Mark's POV

Roger, Mimi, Benny, Collins, Angel, Joanne, and Maureen. I hate them all for being my support, my rock, my friends, my family, and most of all….I hate them for leaving me cold and lonely.

When Angel died, it was a wake up call for me and a very fucked up wake up call, at that. My mind was flooded with the fear of losing my friends and being alone.

Mimi died a month after the Christmas Maureen and Joanne found her at the park, she died peacefully in her sleep, but it wasn't peaceful when Roger and I got back from the store. Roger blamed himself for leaving her alone and those damn thoughts hit me again, but harder then the time Roger smacked me in the face with a brick when we were 10.

Roger didn't die of AIDs, my best friend died of guilt and a broken heart. He made himself sick for nearly a year, till his body couldn't take the mental beating's anymore. I miss my best friend and even though its been 5 years, its still hard not hearing that shitty fender playing.

Shockingly, Benny was the next to die. The yuppie scum couldn't handle coming back to Bohemia after his wife left him for…me. So, he took his old shot gun and blew his brains out…right in front of his 5 year old daughter, who is now my step-daughter.

Maureen and Joanne couldn't take all the drama, so they left for Chicago. Everyone once in a while they call, but I never answer. If they cant be happy with my new life style….then I cant see us being friends and I hate them for that.

My buddy Collins died of the pneumonia just like Angel, I am still shocked that he lasted as long as he did, but I didn't want him to leave. I needed an inspiration in my life and that was gone when he was gone.

So, I sit here in my bedroom, holding a butcher knife and debating whether or not I should let God take my life or if I should make things easier for the big guy and kill myself.

"Mark, honey, are you ok?" My wife Allison interrupts from behind my locked door.

"Fuck." I curse under my breath. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you."

"I'm fine."

"Then why is this door locked?" She ask.

"I need some alone time."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I love you." I say as my voice shakes.

"Stop acting weird, Mark."

"Tell me you love me." I demand.

"Please open the door."

"Just shut up and tell me you love me."

"Mark, I'm giving you 5 seconds to.."

"TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!" I scream.

"I LOVE YOU!"

Silence takes over as I look at the door.

"Honey, I can help you with whatever problem you are facing."

I ignore her.

As the knife gets closer and closer to my arm, I look at a picture of me Roger and I when we we're in high school that said "We're not friends, we're brothers".

I'm coming brother.

A/N: Like I said, I know there are plenty of Mark suicidal fics, but I wanted to do one of my own. This was originally a story, all I did was cut it up into a one shot. Please REVIEW!!!! NO FLAMERS!!!