Broken
Author: Ash
Rating: PG to PG-13 I think… not sure
Summary: It's been a week since they lost Roger. How will Mark react? M/R
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT but my grandma's crocheting me my own Mark scarf. XD
Well I wrote this months ago and just found it in my binder today. I figure I might as well post it while I still have it. I don't think it's all that great, but somebody might enjoy it.
Mark's POV
Wow, it's been a week. A whole week since you left me. I can't sleep anymore knowing that you won't be there for me to hold. I still need you. Even Maureen misses you. You meant so much to them all, and so much more to me.
I remember that night; the last night I would ever see you. Your once bright eyes, the color of the ocean, were faded and glazed. The constant beep of the monitors was barely noticeable. You asked me to kiss you one last time. You wanted to die knowing you were loved. So I did, and as the last spark of life faded from your body you whispered, "I love you Mark." I didn't move for hours, even after the doctors had taken your body to the morgue. Collins finally dragged me back to the loft, and laid me on the worn, threadbare couch. He draped a blanket over me, and without any words, left. He knew nothing he could say at that moment would help. I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. Not yet.
The next night, I finally gave in to the cries of my body. I closed my eyes and you were there again. You were laughing and playing your Fender guitar, your eyes dancing with happiness. But when I opened my eyes, you were gone again. I cried that night. I couldn't stand not having you with me. That night, I opened the medicine cabinet, grabbed the bottle of aspirin, and drowned them with a bottle of vodka I found lying under the couch. I overdosed. God, I know you would have hated that, but I just wanted to be with you again. Mo found me on the floor and called an ambulance. I never found out why she was there, but I owe my life to her either way.
I was back in the hospital in just two days. I didn't think it would be that soon. I didn't think I'd ever be there again if everything went right. The doctors had to pump my stomach. It felt like fire had spread throughout my body when they did. They saved my life.
Ever since you died Roger I've stopped. Stopped eating, stopped filming, essentially stopped living.
When Mimi died I was there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, but who's there for me now that I'm broken?
Here we are at the end of another fic. I really hope ya'll will review, but if you do please don't flame me. I've got cookies for you guys...