Hi *Waves* yes I am back with another one of my RENT-Fics..
Disclaimer: No- I do not own RENT...I wish I did, it is owned by the great- late-daughter of Mother Earth- oh wait wrong one...our late-great Jonathan Larson.
Marks Pov:
"Christmas Bells are ringing- Christmas Bells are ringing - Christmas Bells are ringing..." the strawberry-blond filmmaker heard over and over again in his mind, he couldn't believe that it was only a year ago- that they were all together. "Now- now things have changed" Mark thought, "...Angel is dead- well he...she had been dead for longer than a year now- she's the one who always brought us back together when we were in our fights. Why did we always have to fight? Couldn't we just enjoy life and friendship while we still had it in our control? It's so weird; you don't notice all the things you have until they're gone."
"Maureen and Joanne moved to LA- Maureen thought if they went there she might have better chances of getting noticed. Well, she was right. She did her first protest and boom! She got noticed all right! Now she one of the talk show hosts for "Gossip Live". Perfect for her right? Joanne is still her lover, still doing her stuff. They are talking about getting married; I wonder how long that'll last hehe. We hear from them every weekend. I've never missed her so much in my life." "Collins, our dear Collins, we thought he was getting better, we thought he moved on. Well- not moved on, but just went on with his life- not forgetting the past, but worshiping life with his life experiences...it's hard to explain. But, well, we were all wrong. He must have been so unhappy- why didn't we notice it coming, why? We could have saved him from that night- when he, he stabbed himself."
"Oh God, I remember walking into his loft that day- that was the scariest thing that I've ever had to deal with. I went because he wasn't answering our phone calls for over a month- none...we all tried to visit- we went inside- all we saw were notes saying that he was out. I guess he wanted us to not worry about him. Well, we didn't- we always believed him- I guess because we thought that he was the only sane one out of the rest of us...the only one who actually knew what he was doing. I remember walking into his room- it was the same as always, clean with his pj's underneath is pillow. The only thing that made me take a double-take was- that, that smell. It was a smell I never wanted to smell again- it reminded me of April- April's death. I was so scared, I immediately thought to call Collins- I think I actually did call him- that's when I heard his cell- phone ring- that was my reality call- that he- he was dead. I looked under the bed, oh God- I can't do it- I can't think about this!"
Mark buries his head in the nearest pillow. He hated thinking about this- but he always found himself doing it when he was alone...even when he was with people. He went to get a cold glass of water. Mark took his favorite glass, well one of his favorites, one was from Maureen and the other was from Mimi- he picked up both of them. The one from Maureen had all memories from her protests written in her best script hand writing in all different colors of paint. He got it at one of her parties as a thank you gift for all his help. The one from Mimi had a picture of all of them pasted on it. She didn't have enough money to get it done by a professional so she just took one of her mugs that didn't have a crack in it and pasted her favorite picture on it. She gave it to him for his birthday, February 1st. He chose that one.
"Mimi was also gone; she died only 3 months after that last Christmas when Maureen and Joanne found her in the park.
That was the happiest I've ever seen Roger- when he was with her. He was always smiling- she made everything about life good. When she died Roger just went back to how he was, all depressed. Plus, he started drugs again- I caught him with them the first few times and I thought he was actually stopping it- but he just got better at sneaking them into his room. God- I am so pissed at myself, I could have saved him! And now- now he is so sick- GOD DAMN'T oh fuck, why? Why does this happen to me? Why am I the fucking witness?"
A/N: Like it so far?...Well- keep reading and see if you like it, believe me I'm getting somewhere with this!
Disclaimer: No- I do not own RENT...I wish I did, it is owned by the great- late-daughter of Mother Earth- oh wait wrong one...our late-great Jonathan Larson.
Marks Pov:
"Christmas Bells are ringing- Christmas Bells are ringing - Christmas Bells are ringing..." the strawberry-blond filmmaker heard over and over again in his mind, he couldn't believe that it was only a year ago- that they were all together. "Now- now things have changed" Mark thought, "...Angel is dead- well he...she had been dead for longer than a year now- she's the one who always brought us back together when we were in our fights. Why did we always have to fight? Couldn't we just enjoy life and friendship while we still had it in our control? It's so weird; you don't notice all the things you have until they're gone."
"Maureen and Joanne moved to LA- Maureen thought if they went there she might have better chances of getting noticed. Well, she was right. She did her first protest and boom! She got noticed all right! Now she one of the talk show hosts for "Gossip Live". Perfect for her right? Joanne is still her lover, still doing her stuff. They are talking about getting married; I wonder how long that'll last hehe. We hear from them every weekend. I've never missed her so much in my life." "Collins, our dear Collins, we thought he was getting better, we thought he moved on. Well- not moved on, but just went on with his life- not forgetting the past, but worshiping life with his life experiences...it's hard to explain. But, well, we were all wrong. He must have been so unhappy- why didn't we notice it coming, why? We could have saved him from that night- when he, he stabbed himself."
"Oh God, I remember walking into his loft that day- that was the scariest thing that I've ever had to deal with. I went because he wasn't answering our phone calls for over a month- none...we all tried to visit- we went inside- all we saw were notes saying that he was out. I guess he wanted us to not worry about him. Well, we didn't- we always believed him- I guess because we thought that he was the only sane one out of the rest of us...the only one who actually knew what he was doing. I remember walking into his room- it was the same as always, clean with his pj's underneath is pillow. The only thing that made me take a double-take was- that, that smell. It was a smell I never wanted to smell again- it reminded me of April- April's death. I was so scared, I immediately thought to call Collins- I think I actually did call him- that's when I heard his cell- phone ring- that was my reality call- that he- he was dead. I looked under the bed, oh God- I can't do it- I can't think about this!"
Mark buries his head in the nearest pillow. He hated thinking about this- but he always found himself doing it when he was alone...even when he was with people. He went to get a cold glass of water. Mark took his favorite glass, well one of his favorites, one was from Maureen and the other was from Mimi- he picked up both of them. The one from Maureen had all memories from her protests written in her best script hand writing in all different colors of paint. He got it at one of her parties as a thank you gift for all his help. The one from Mimi had a picture of all of them pasted on it. She didn't have enough money to get it done by a professional so she just took one of her mugs that didn't have a crack in it and pasted her favorite picture on it. She gave it to him for his birthday, February 1st. He chose that one.
"Mimi was also gone; she died only 3 months after that last Christmas when Maureen and Joanne found her in the park.
That was the happiest I've ever seen Roger- when he was with her. He was always smiling- she made everything about life good. When she died Roger just went back to how he was, all depressed. Plus, he started drugs again- I caught him with them the first few times and I thought he was actually stopping it- but he just got better at sneaking them into his room. God- I am so pissed at myself, I could have saved him! And now- now he is so sick- GOD DAMN'T oh fuck, why? Why does this happen to me? Why am I the fucking witness?"
A/N: Like it so far?...Well- keep reading and see if you like it, believe me I'm getting somewhere with this!