Side Note: I'm new to this whole "writing" thing so cut me some slack. I'm just a young little smol bean pursuing her dreams of being an author… I also will be calling Jack, Sean because it just looks more formal. Sorry not sorry. Thanks 3 ~ 311y (Elly)
WARNING: MAY BE HEAVILY UNEDITED! (You have been warned)
Sean's POV:
Ahh fuck! He's messing with my head again!
A wave of pain overcomes my entire body almost knocking him out. I double over onto the ground. My breath is slipping away every second I try to resist.
Keep it together Sean! You can't just go out like this.
It's too late. My vision goes black as "he" is under control.
Your POV:
I step out of the cab delivering me to Mark's house. I inhale sharply realizing that i'm actually here.
You can do this… just walk up to the door and knock on it. He's your friend, not some random person.
I walk up to his door and knock on it. Nothing. I knock again and wait a couple more seconds before backing up. I walk over to one of the windows that I can barely reach. I grab the edge of the frame and lift myself up. It's dark. I can see a single beam of light coming from what looks like to be a bathroom. A loud crash comes from inside the room. Startled, I drop from my viewing point. Another crash follows it.
What the hell is even happening in there?
Since she's been here before, I walk to the side of his house. I open the side door and carefully step inside. Plates are all over the ground, some broken. Mark's table is flipped upside down with a chair over it. All of the curtains are drawn with musky, black shades. It's horrible. Dark smoke seems to be floating in shadowy corners of the room. The air is much heavier in here, causing me to take deeper breaths. I hear a door slam upstairs and carefully navigate my way to the bottom of the stairs, stepping on Chica's bone and a broken plate along the way. I inhale again and place my foot wearily on the first step. My legs feel like jelly as I climb My way to the top of the stairs. More light is peering out of Mark's room. I can hear him mumbling something to himself.
"M-Mark?" I say wearily
The mumbling stops. I wait a few minutes before continuing. When I reach his door I hesitate before reaching out for the handle. I slowly turn it and push open the door…
"Boo"
I jump back screaming at the top of my lungs. The man laughs as if it was all some joke. He turns the lights on revealing that it was just Mark. My anger is building up inside of me as I think of something to say.
"Haha… oh man, you should've seen your face [Y/N]" Mark giggles in his oddly deep voice.
"Fuck of idiot" I snap at him, turning my back to him
He manages a few more giggles and hugs me from behind. I turn around and receive his hug.
"God, how long has it been? A year or two?" I say in a slightly calmer voice.
He pauses to think then says, "Two years, Three months and fourteen days. I think" He replies smoothly.
He let's go of me and leans back. I keep my arms on his elbows in a very stiff position.
"If you do that again, I will kill you." I stare into his eyes meaning every word I say.
He stares at me for a bit then shrugs it off and goes to turn on some lights. I'm slightly annoyed he reacted that way before I realize something.
"Hey Mark?" I ask him
"Hmm?" He says as he turns around.
"Why did you go all the way to break plates for all of this?" I ask
"My shelf fell and they fell out. I was too lazy to pick them up so I decided it would be funny to cover up my laziness by pranking you." He says.
I stare at him with my signature "You're seriously that lazy?" look. He chuckles to himself and heads down the stairs with my small, little figure following him.
We clean up his house and turn his furniture over again. The smoke seems to have disappeared for the most part, some still lingering in the darkest places of the room.
"Where's Chica?" I ask, slightly missing her puppy dog eyes.
"I sent her to my friend Ethan's house" He replies.
"Why?"
He looks at me and says, "Wait haven't I told you? We're going to Brighton."
I stare at him for a moment mind completely blank
"Say what now? I didn't sign up for this!" I say putting my hands in the air as a way of defense.
He chuckles. "I was planning on seeing Sean but since what happened with your.. Umm… parents, I have to take you with me."
Slowly a smile grew onto my face, realizing that he was speaking the truth. "Then what are we waiting for? C'mon!"
I run outside where the taxi driver left my bags and haul them in side. Mark stands there chuckling at my excitement. We finish cleaning up and go upstairs to pack his bag. Our flight leaves in two hours for London. We throw our bags into the back of his car. I run up to the passenger's seat and quickly close the door.
The car brings back a lot of old memories from college. Riding back from parties when I was to drunk to even remember my name. Him comforting me in the time of my break ups. And so many more.
Mark hops into the front seat and turns on the ignition. The motor roars to life with the dings of car controls coming to life. I stick my face to the window as I watch Mark's house disappear behind a tree. We make our way through traffic and the airport security. We run as we hear our flight number called on the overhead speakers. As we run, my hand slides across something sharp, causing a cut to form. I ignore it and catch up with Mark who is already in line. We board the plane, and find our seats with ease. The thought of my cut drifts away as I fall asleep watching the ground slip away.
Well here it is! A strand of random words that make no freaking sense. I know, my writing is not the best. That's why I need your help! *Que cheesy ad music* With a quick click of a button, you can suggest things to help make my story better. But wait there's more! I won't have a upload schedule due to the fact that i'm in school right now so, yay! Thanks for taking time out of your day to read this!
3 ~3lly