Author's Note – This is kinda strange…let me know if you like it. And…I wrote this as FRIENDlove…but you can look at it however you want.

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A scream of pain echoed throughout the loft.

I ran into the bedroom and found Mark rolled in a ball on the floor, shaking. "Oh my god…Mark, what happened?"

He didn't respond, but began to cry. Cries turned into sobs, sobs into hysterics. "Shit…Mark, what's wrong? What happened?"

He looked up at me, his face streaked with tears, his eyes red and swollen. "That was…Jo on the phone…"

"Fuck…Mark, what did she say?" Anything that would have this kind of an effect on Mark can't be good…

He drew in a sharp breath. "M…Mo…Reeny…she killed herself," he managed to choke out. This unleashed another round of tears.

"Oh my god. Oh shit…" I felt myself beginning to cry, but I quickly wiped the tears off my face and blinked the rest away…I couldn't let Mark see me like this, not when he needed me to be strong for him.

I sat down on the floor next to him and wrapped my arms around him. After about ten minutes, when he had just gotten calmed down, he erupted again. "Joanne said that Reeny left a note…and it said 'I'm done…I can't take it anymore. I love you.'" He then told Roger the whole story, amongst hiccupping and sniffling.

Flashback, the night she killed herself

"Joanne? You know I love you, right?"

"Yes, Mo. What do you want this time?"

Maureen pouted. "Nothing…can't I tell my girlfriend that I love her?"

Joanne laughed. "Of course, Maureen. I love you, too."

Maureen was quiet for a moment, and then she asked Joanne a question. "Pookie, have you ever felt like you couldn't handle something anymore?"

A look of concern painted the lawyer's face. "Of course, Honeybear. Why?"

"Well…what did you do? Cause I just feel like…I can't handle life anymore."

Joanne looked startled. "Why, baby? What's wrong?"

"I don't know…I just…I'm sick of being me. I wanna be someone else."

"Mo, love, I'm afraid that can't happen any time soon."

"I know…I just wish that there was a way to change who I am…or change my life…I'm sick of this life…"

"What do you mean, 'sick of this life?'"

"I guess I'm just tired of the way I live…I always wanted to be rich and do all these wonderful things with my life…and now look. I'm a broke Bohemian. That's totally the opposite of what I wanted. I guess you could just say that I'm unhappy…"

"Maureen, honey, don't be unhappy. You have friends who love you very much, you have your health, you aren't ugly, and you have life. Isn't that enough?"

"I don't know. I guess not. I'm going to bed. I love you, goodnight."

"Night, honeybear. Love you too."

Before going into the bedroom, Maureen slipped into the bathroom. She saw the razor sitting in the shower and picked it up. Dragging the razor across her wrist, she fought back the urge to scream in pain. Her body suddenly went limp, everything went black, and she fell to the ground.

Joanne noticed the dull thud that came from the bathroom and went to see what it was. When she saw the bleeding form of Maureen on the floor, she stopped breathing. All she could do was stare at the cold, lifeless body on the white tile.

End Flashback

"I don't know, Mark. Shh…it's okay, don't worry…it's gonna be okay, Mark," I soothed over and over again.

Ten more minutes passed, and Mark was slipping in and out of consciousness. Right before he fell asleep, he looked up at me and asked, "She's happy now?"

The question confused me at first, but when I processed what he said, I understood. "Yeah, Mark…she's happy now."

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Okay, was that weird beyond belief? Should I continue or leave it as a oneshot?