Mark's POV
Just sitting in that clinic just made more thoughts of roger swarm into my mind. That note written in Aprils writing is now in some dump somewhere, ripped up into pieces by Roger. Maureen put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched away hissing in pain.
"Sorry pookie." She apologized. I nodded in response. It was so hard to believe Roger did this to me. The kid who sat in the back of the room with spiked up blonde hair just scribbling things on a piece of paper. Later I figured out they where songs.
His songs, his music- it's like it didn't even matter to him anymore. His guitar sat in my room just collecting dust. I catch my self staring at that guitar just remembering. I could see it as if it was right before me. My best friend sitting on the couch plucking on random notes trying to think of something amazing. Then April would walk in and he would put that guitar right down. I used to think he wouldn't put that guitar down for anything, but the heroin proved me wrong.
"Mark Cohen?" I stopped thinking when a nurse called my name and Maureen fallowed me into the room. I struggled to take off my shirt so the doctor could get a full look at my arm. When I did I smirked at how pale I was, Roger always made fun of me because of it.
No, stop thinking of him. This is about you right now Mark. I tried to tell my self, even thou I knew it would be no use. The doctor then moved my arm and I bit my lit to not cry out in pain. I knew I couldn't let this little pain get to me. Roger was going through internal hell, I had no right to complain. I was too busy thinking about Roger that I hadn't even noticed the doctor was talking to me.
"Huh? I'm sorry what?" The doctor rolled his eyes at me probably thinking I was just a drunk or a junkie.
"Your sprained your shoulder pretty badly, almost dislocated it. Did you break that shoulder when you where younger?" I nodded smiling at the memory of me and roger in our junior year of high school with me attempting to teach roger how to make a K-turn for his driving exam that I already passed. Roger K-turned right into a wall.
"Well you need to be more careful next time. You could re-break the bone." He placed my arm in a sling, I thanked him then left with Maureen. We where quiet until we where clear of the clinic, then Maureen asked.
"Are you okay Marky? You have been out of it all day? Did you hit your head?" she suddenly looked worried and checked my head for any bumps.
"No, Maureen I'm fine, just… thinking." I told her. We where silent for the rest of our walk. We soon reached the apartment and opened the door to see Benny looking pissed- as he always did now, and Collins writing on something which I assumed was another job application.
"Are you okay mark?" Benny asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, just a bad sprain." I explained and he seemed to relax. "Are you okay Benny?" I asked right back.
"Fine, Roger finally shut up and stopped whining and went to sleep." He muttered.
"Don't talk about him like that!" I argued, I thought Roger was his friend! what is Benny just going to be an Ass now that things are hard.
"Oh And why shouldn't I? You should be bitching the most Mark! How many bruises do you have now?" I glared at him.
"Well unlike you Roger is my friend! And I would do anything for him!" Benny stood up from the couch and threw his arms up in the air.
"Oh that's such bull shit mark! Are you so blind behind those glasses that you can't even see what he's doing! He's manipulating you mark! He's going to get everything out of you until you have nothing left and he has everything!" Mark I clenched my teeth and shoved him as hard as I could with my good arm, then slugged him in the nose. "What the fuck Mark?"
"You don't know anything Coffin! All you have been doing is bitching around and not helping with anything you jack ass! All you care about is Allison" I yelled.
"Just like all he cared about was April! I'm giving him what her deserves!"
"That's enough." Collins stood in between us. "would roger want you guys to be fighting."
"He would probably get a kick out of it." Benny mumbled. I tried to change at him again but only was stopped by Collins.
"Shut it both of you!" Collins said demandingly. "Benny- Mark is right, you have been a jack ass, look after someone other then yourself and… Muffy! for once." Maureen giggled at the name Collins gave Allison. "And Mark- You need to do the opposite! Care about your self for once!" he shoved us to away from each other.
"I'm going to check on Roger." Collins sighed and shook his head as I undid the lock on Rogers door and went inside to see him asleep in his bed. He was laying on his back and was buried under a pile of blankets, but he was still shivering. I sat on the other side of his bed and ran my hand through his hair and frowned. This wasn't my best friend, this wasn't Roger.
If you showed me my life to me now when I was 16 I wouldn't believe it. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be a junkie, he wasn't supposed to be going through withdrawal, he wasn't supposed to be grieving over a girl who committed suicide, he wasn't supposed to have AIDS, We weren't supposed to end up like this. But I guess we will have to make the best of it. He was alive, he wasn't the one who killed him self. I looked down at his wrists… even thou he tried. He was still my best friend, and I don't care what anyone says, not Maureen, not Collins and not Benny. I wouldn't give up… I have to keep going.
I Know i know i know! it's been like over a month since i updated! I'm so sorry! school started up again and so did theatre and i've been so busy! But I'll try to get my chapters out MUCH quicker. So i really wanted this chapter to focus on Mark, because i feel i have neglected him :) Also sorry about my spelling and grammar i know i'm not the best and I dont have a Beta. So i'll ask you a question like i do every chapter! why not?
Do you think any characters are OOC? If you tell me who and why! and i'll try to fix it! Thanks!
As always Thanks for reading and i hope to see you soon!