Hey, hey, hey! how are you guys doing? anyone still out there? *cue cricket noises*
annnyway... it has been a crazy almost two years since ive been here, since ive even touched fanfiction, let alone rent fanfiction. Ive spent a lot of time working, making money, getting ready to go off to college, and spending time with my girlfriend. Her name is Olivia, she's the love of my life, and I hope you guys can meet her someday. However, I missed this, and I found this story floating around in my documents, so I figured it throw myself onto the horse again.
Ive been gone awhile, that may be true, but my love for writing has stayed put.
I apologize for my absence, and I wanna thank you guys for all youve done for me in the past. Im not gonna let you down. This story is gonna be good, real good. Im still mapping it out, but I plan to release new chapters every friday between the afternoon and evenings. I have to build myself a schedule, but im so hype to get one underway. And for those of you still wishing for it, a little guy called "all rockers go to heaven" might even get finished too ;)
it's so good to be back! I missed you guys! review, just to tell me how youve been?
also: some context before I begin: This story is pretty much a prequel to: Vous sont manquant à partir de moi: You are missing from me, and with 31 full chapters, and 52 reviews, it was my most popular work by far. I had wanted continuation on Jason's character, as he was one of my favorite villains to write, but I didn't really want to re-work the whole entire story and plot. It was good for the time, and I didnt want to overhaul all that work. So, I did the next best thing. Im giving my guy what he deserves, a backstory. I hope you all enjoy! and hopefully this will all make some sort of sense now! plus, more marker! bonus!
On a final note, guess who finally is graduating high school and a certified adult? this gal! ;)
Mark Pov:
I sat awake in sad and stunned silence, holding the newspaper in my shaking hands. It was a chilly fall morning, the kind you'd sit awake for with someone, clad in sweaters, nursing a nice cup of coffee or tea. The birds chirped in protest of the approaching winter, and our tall loft apartment sat idle in the rush of traffic around it. My glasses slid down the bridge of my nose a bit, but I soon adjusted them, a sigh escaping my lips. In bold letters on page two, the article so small, you'd have to squint to read it, it stated: "IN MEMORIAM. JASON MILLER, AGE 26."
It had been three years since everything had gone wrong, since the worst experience of my life. Roger and I were finally married, my job was paying me well, and we seemed to have gotten the life we deserved. Still, I couldn't shake the sickness in my stomach at the sight of those words. Jason had been gone a long time, and I wondered why an article only surfaced now? I didn't have to ponder alone for much longer. The sound of the bathroom door slamming made me jump ten feet, the paper falling from my grasp.
Roger stood outside of the doorway, only a towel on his waist, and his short blond hair wet, and sticking up in all directions. I caught sight of him, a deep crimson spreading across my face. We had been together for almost six and a half years now… so why did he always manage to fluster me like this? I smiled at the sight of the silver band on his ring finger. He was mine, and I was his. Forever.
My little jumpscare didn't go unnoticed though, for his emerald eyes cast onto me with mild concern.
"Marky? You alright?" He walked over to me, offering a gentle smile. I nodded sheepishly, gazing up at him, and hoping he would just drop it. He leaned down, cupping the side of my face, and kissing me deeply. I returned the gesture, giggling when he lightly nipped my lip as he pulled away. "Doesn't seem like it…" he murmured. "Those bathroom doors… scary, huh?"
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"You just startled me, that's all." I looked down at the paper, and went to reach for it, but not before Roger had scooped it up first. He scanned the page I had been contemplating, and his eyes narrowed once they found their target. He let out a snort of disgust.
"Good riddance."
For some reason, that stung. I glared at him a little, snatching the paper from his hands.
"Stop."
"What?" he asked eyes wide. "What's the problem?"
"Don't be disrespectful."
"Oh, my apologies to the psychopath. I'm sure they'll be missing a birthday cake next year at the halfway house."
I felt my hands begin to shake once more.
"Roger… I said stop."
He laughed a little.
"Are you actually defending the lunatic who took you from me? Who almost ruined our lives?"
"You don't get it!" I yelled loudly, tears in my eyes. I couldn't understand why I was crying. When Jason had been killed in the accident, (by his own panicked hand I should add) I had felt so much relief. The nightmare had ended, but now? It just felt like I had a bad taste in my mouth… Like I had something to be sorry for. I choked on another sob, and before I knew it, I was hunched over, and my face was buried in my hands. Roger stopped his onslaught, and looked at me in worry.
"Hey, hey… Mark… easy…" he sat beside me, pulling me into his arms, and rubbing small circles into my back. I cried into his shoulder, my chest heaving, and my eyes burning. Maybe it was because this brought back all of the bad memories of three years ago; the trauma, the fear, the sadness. Or maybe, just maybe, I was finally able to mourn the loss of someone who had meant the world to me so long ago.
Maybe I was just saying goodbye to the real Jason Miller, the man I had loved so much. The man who had become so twisted, and so damaged, he was just plain unrecognizable by the time we had met again that night in the alley. The man whom the world had taken by the ankles, chewed up, and spit out, without so much as a stroke of good luck, or peace in his direction. I knew now why I felt so guilty. Unlike me, he didn't get his happy ending. I couldn't think of anyone who had needed it more. In this moment, it was hitting me like a freight train. Every person has a name, and every name has a story.
This was his.