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My Name is

Chapter 2: Mark

He didn't come home last night. When I woke up it was morning and I was still on the couch. I knew

then, he didn't come home. It was confirmmed when I went into this room and found it empty. I

guess he crashed somewhere else. Probably at Mimi's. I sighed and got up, my back stiff from the half

sitting position I slept in. I went to my room, changed clothes and picked up my camera and bag. I walked

back out into the kitchen and drank some water, not feeling particuarlly hungry, I skipped breakfast and

headed out.

Central Park was one of my first stops. I loved fimling there. There were always some interesting people or events going on there. After I while, I took my filming to the streets, getting some footage of some homeless people, some

junkies and the occasional "typical new yorker." As the hours passed, my stomach started to feel sick. I tried my best to ignore it, knowing I didn't have any money and couldn't afford it. Still, I found myself back on Avenue B and walking past the Life Cafe.

Should I go in?

Nah...they'll just kick me out again.

So I sighed and kept walking.

I went back to the loft where a wide-awake Roger was emerging from the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

"Hey there you are." he said as I walked in.

"Hey." I said. I put my bag down and started taking off my scarf and jacket.

"Out filming?" he asked. I nodded.

"Anything good?"

"No..." At least I didn't think so.

"Oh. By the way, I was at Mimi's last night. Sorry if you waited up."

"It's alright." Roger looked hesitant with my response but he nodded and walked to his room to get dressed.

I walked into my room, took out my camera and began going over my recent footage. It all sucked. I hated it.

I couldn't stand to look at. Shutting off my projector, I flopped back down on my bed and stared at the celing.

After a few minutes of silence I heard my door creak open and saw Roger's head peak in.

"I'm out of AZT so I'm going to go pick some up. You need anything?" I shook my head 'no' and he stepped out.

About an hour passed before I heard him come back in. The entire time I lay there on bed, drowning in my own thoughts about how pathetic I felt. How poor I felt. No job, no money, no nothing. Just me and my camera. My thoughts eventually drift to Maureen. My ex girlfriend who dumped me for another woman. I often wonder what things would be like if we were still together but those thoughts don't last long. I know if she hadn't fallen so rock hard for Joanne, I'd still be wrapped around her finger as she went off each night and cheated on me. I knew it was wrong, I knew what she was doing, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be alone. But that's just how I ended up in the end. Just me. Just me watching everyone else live their lives while I barley survive my own.

Finally, the nausea in my stomache got the best of me and I got up and made some tea. It was the only thing

we had in the loft besides coffee. I sat at the metal table and quietly sipped at my tea. I could hear Roger

strumming his guitar in his room and singing every now and then. I glanced up at the clock. Three pm. Maybe I could try filiming again. But I decided not to. I'll stay home tonight. Besides, it was getting cold outside.

I sat around in my room, sorting through footage until I hear Mimi walk in and shout for Roger. I heard them converse a bit and then Roger walked in my room.

"Got a gig tonight again. You staying in?"

"Yeah."

"You alright? You've been quiet today."

"Fine. Have fun tonight." I gave him a reassuring smile which he accepted.

"Take it easy Marky." he said and walked out.

"Bye Mark!" I heard Mimi shout from the living room. Seconds later I heard the loft door slide shut and the

silence sunk in again. After a while I trudged out into the living room and sat at the kitchen table. Staring at our messy, bohemian loft. This was my life. I don't remember how long I sat there. But when I snapped out of my daze it was dark outside. The moon shone through the lightless loft, eluminating it, making it beautiful.

I began to feel tired. The lack of food plus my lack of movement today was sinking in. So I grabbed a blanket from my room and walked over to the couch where I curled up and waited up for Roger. Again. I sighed, staring at the beautiful moon, letting a light sleep wash over me.

My name is Mark Cohen. I'm a filmmaker and I'm alone.

Author Notes: I love writing Mark. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Reviews would be wonderful!

Oh and I apologize for any spelling/grammer mistakes. I'm horrible at both and I'm using Word Pad which sadly has no spell check and grammer check.

Anyway, next up, Mimi! Thank for reading!