Disclaimer: As I've said in previous stories, none of these characters or
regular settings belong to me. They all belong to Jonathon Larson.
Author's Note: Ok, here's another short story I wrote in Math class. This is dedicated to a frined at school who reminds me of Mark and he was acting crazy so it gave me my idea. Reviews are nicely accepted.
Chapter One
(Collins POV)
It's been a few years since Roger left to pursue his fame, and only two and a half since Mark went away to the asylum. God, that was a hard day.
I remember it well, and I was the only one who knew why he was in the condition. It was about Roger leaving; he was so broken up over it. You see, Mark's been in love with Roger for nearly six years now, and, not very long after our musician left, his sanity left him.
I walked into the loft, only to find the timid filmmaker huddled in the corner muttering nonsense. I tried to relax him, but he ketp saying that Roger wasn't going to come back and that roger wasn't our friend anymore. Alas, much to my dismay, I had no choice but to call the 'white- coats'.
I was hard to see him go, and he kept saying that he had to wait for Roger. That was the moment when I realized that roger was the only way to save Mark.
Author's Note: Ok, here's another short story I wrote in Math class. This is dedicated to a frined at school who reminds me of Mark and he was acting crazy so it gave me my idea. Reviews are nicely accepted.
Chapter One
(Collins POV)
It's been a few years since Roger left to pursue his fame, and only two and a half since Mark went away to the asylum. God, that was a hard day.
I remember it well, and I was the only one who knew why he was in the condition. It was about Roger leaving; he was so broken up over it. You see, Mark's been in love with Roger for nearly six years now, and, not very long after our musician left, his sanity left him.
I walked into the loft, only to find the timid filmmaker huddled in the corner muttering nonsense. I tried to relax him, but he ketp saying that Roger wasn't going to come back and that roger wasn't our friend anymore. Alas, much to my dismay, I had no choice but to call the 'white- coats'.
I was hard to see him go, and he kept saying that he had to wait for Roger. That was the moment when I realized that roger was the only way to save Mark.