Chapter 6

Hey guys! It's been a while, I know, I just...I have inspiration problems. I just wanna thank everyone whos been reading this, and especially everyone who has reviewed! I loooooove you guys! Anyway, this chapter is all about the fight Mark had with his parents. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own it! If I did, Mark and Roger would be lovers! And that's all I have to say.

From here on in I shoot without a script

Marks P.O.V

This is going to be so hard. Harder than anything I've done in my life, probably. I need to tell him though. It's better for me. Where should I start? I know I need to start talking about, I think he's getting nervous because I've been quiet for so long. Alright...well here goes.

"I remember that day like no other. I remember waking up that morning, it was a Friday, and I was happy about that. I went to my two classes and was ignored by everyone and then ate lunch alone. I was used to that stuff, and while, it depressed me, I was past the point of it hurting me. I walked around campus and filmed for a while. I fell a couple times because I wasn't watching where I was going and once because some morons thought it would be fun to try and push me into the street. I was going home that weekend, and I was kind of excited, although I don't know why. My parents had asked me to come home for the weekend, that might have been why. They never asked me to come home, ever.

Nothing really that spectacular happpened to me while I was getting home. After I got there thou, it all went to hell. It was right after dinner and my parents asked Cindy to leave the room. As soon as she was gone, my dad looked at me with the coldest stare that he's ever given to me. And he asked me why I didn't have at least a 3.5. And why I was taking a filming class of all things, because thats the last thing I would ever need to be a doctor. I did what, looking back, was probably the most foolish thing I could have done. I told them that I had no intention of being a doctor, that I wanted to make movies. My dad flipped shit. He screamed at me about how he didn't want a "fucking faggot filmmaker" for a son and that I had to get the hell out of his house now. I wasn't his son anymore and he wouldn't continue to support me and pay for college. My mother was crying her eyes out. I was scared and I didn't know what to do, and he told me to get out again or he'd kill me. He was so pissed, I didn't know what to do, so I ran up to my room, grabbed my shit and left.

That was another dumb decision on my part. I ended up getting on the bus and heading back to college. As I was walking back to my room, some of the bastards on campus found me and decided to beat the crap out of me. They were drunk, so, it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it still hurt like hell. Everything hurt so bad by the time I got back to my room. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't handle everything. I wanted to die so bad. I found the sharpest thing in the room, which was a razor and I was so ready to just end it. I couldn't fucking handle all that shit anymore. I was scared to die thou, I was so scared. I really didn't want to. So, I slashed the other side of my wrist, where it couldn't kill me. And, it just, I can't explain it. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and for a moment, everything felt okay. I liked to watch myself bleeding, it was so surreal, but so real. I vowed that I'd never do it again...but the next time I felt shitty, I did it again. And again, and again, and again. It helped me in a way that filming didn't. It made me feel something, other than overwhelming depression. Roger, you have to understand, I need this now. It's part of me and I need it. I'm not a danger to myself and I promise, I won't ever try to kill myself on you, but you gotta understand how bad I need this. It's hard to try and go without it, when it's whats been keeping me human for so long." God, I'm exhausted, That was so hard. I don't know if Roger understands or not. I hope so. If he doesn't, I'm in trouble.

Rogers P.O.V.

My poor Mark. I knew his parents were against him filming, but I never knew...that. I feel so helpless. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I don't think there is. I know talking helps, but I don't know how to respond to this. "Mark...Mark, I do understand, it's an addiction. It's like me with heroin. And Mark, you're wrong, you don't need this. You don't need to continue cutting yourself to survive."

"Roger...Roger, you're wrong."

I know I'm not wrong. And I know what I'm going to suggest is going to make Mark really mad at me. But, it needs to be said. "No Mark. I'm completely right. And I'm not sure if I can help you or not. I...I think that you need to see a therapist. And I think we need to tell Collins or Joanne so that we can get some help to pay for it. Please Mark?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know he's upset. I can feel him stiffen in my arms. He's mad.

"No Roger. No."

"Mark, please understand, I can't help you Mark. You need help. I don't want to see you suffer anymore, please. I love you Mark. That's why I only want what's best for you."

"No you don't. You just don't want to deal with me. I'm sorry that my problems are too much for you to handle."

"Mark, no, listen that's not it at all..."

"NO! Forget it. Listen I gotta piss, I'll be right back."

"Mark...don't...please...just, don't hurt yourself. Please?"

"Fine, but I really do have to piss." He gets up out of bed and walks out into the bathroom. I hear the bathroom door slam and I know that he's really upset. When he comes back, I don't know what to do. Should I stay here, or go to my room? Does he even want me here tonight? The answer comes soon enough as he opens his mouth and tells me to please get out of his room. I oblige his request, because, I know that he's upset and angry with me and he needs to be alone. As I'm walking out, he asks me to shut the door. Right before I do, I tell him that I love him and that he's the world to me. I don't get a response, and I know that for tonight anyway, I'm not in his heart. And that hurts more than anything. Especially since it's my fault.

So, that's it for this chapter. I know it's not the best one...but I just needed to get something out there, and now, things can start looking uphill for Marky and there will soon be some pure, unadulterated Mark Roger fluffiness! But, first this had to come out. I'll try to update in the next 2 weeks, but I can't promise anything. It all depends on how busy I am, and when inspiration strikes. Thanks again for everyone who's reading and an especially big THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH to the people who have reviewed. You guys rock my world! And as always, please review if you liked it and if you didn't tell me what you didn't like and why! I appreciate it! Peace out guys!