A/N: Hi, Peeps. Well here's a little something I wrote when I was bored in Math class. I call it "Suicide notes". Angel is alive because I adore him, and its just not the same without him. Enjoy!
Summary: Mark is having nightmares form his past. He needs help, but will he let his friends and family in and if so, will it be too late.
Pairings: Mark/Roger, Maureen/Joann, Mimi/Rob(OC), Angel/Collins.
Rating: Teen and some Mature topic; For example, drug abuse, rape, drunk driving, prostituting, etc.
Warning: Just so you know, if you cant take this seriously then DO NOT READ! No, Absolutely NO LEMON OR LIMES.
'Get up now' my brain kept screaming at me, 'Get up. Get Up. GET UP!' but I wouldn't budge. Not one foot.
I felt a pang of fear. I heard a click and then I felt cold metal sink into the flesh of my arm. I think I heard someone scream, I know it wasn't me. I was too busy trying to figure out what happened, to scream. But then it hit me. I had been shot, by a gun. The gun my father kept on top of the fire place.
Off in the distance I thought I could hear sirens. But I wasn't too sure. But I was sure about the hands picking me up and carrying me to, a, oh. An ambulance.
The hands, that turned out to be my neighbor mrs. Hardy, set me down and somebody put an air mask on my face; over my nose and mouth.
I could feel myself slipping away from the world around me, until……
To Be Continued