Author's Notes: I'm BAAAAACKK! Thank you so much to all of you who are keeping up w/ this story, I really appreciate it.
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Six
"Do you think that Mark is okay?" Angel whispered to Collins, feeling the tears on her face beginning to dry up. Collins sighed, he didn't know if Mark was okay and he didn't know how Mark would take this. "I don't know Ang, I'm gonna call him." Freeing himself from Angel's grip, the professor shuffled into his worn house slippers and walked out of the bedroom. The street drummer scooted herself over into Collins' side of the bed, trying to regain the warmth that her lover had left behind. Picking up the receiver of the phone and putting it to his ear, the professor quickly dialed the number to the loft hoping that Mark wouldn't try to screen calls. When Collins seated himself on the bed, Angel crept up behind him weeping into his back. "I can't believe she's gone, what am I going to do without her…" Collins awkwardly turned to Angel, taking her into a tight embrace as she pressed her face against his chest. "Shhh, it's alright sweetheart. You're gonna be fine, you know that she's in a much better place than this." With his free hand, the professor gently caressed the back of Angel's neck, the sensation soothing her as sobbed.
"Hello?" Mark asked bitterly. "Mark, it's Collins. How are you man?" Mark sighed loudly into the phone, causing a muffling sound to fill Collins' ear. "Why does life have to be the way it is Tom? Why is always our lives that get affected by the filthy shit of this world?" Collins was at a loss of what to say. He often asked himself these questions when he dealt with his AIDS. "I don't know man. I don't know what to say."
"I hate my life man. I hate all the shit that happens in my life." This alarmed the professor who looked down at a sleeping Angel, her face contorted with pain. "Mark, you're gonna be fine man. Look, why don't you come over right now alright. I'll meet you half way." he film maker's sobs could be heard loudly through the phone. "Why her Tom? Why did it have to be Mimi?!"
"Mark, I'm on my way man. Hold on okay. Hold on. Please don't do anything Mark. I'm on my way." Collins gently picked Angel up, laying her head on a pillow and tucking her into bed before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
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Joanne stood at her window, thinking about everything and anything. The street light shone brightly into their room, creating shadows in every corner. The lawyer sighed, putting her hand up to her chin resting her tired head on it. She turned to look at her girlfriend who hadn't moved all night, which was am indicator that Maureen couldn't sleep a wink either. Joanne looked back to the window. "Honeybear, wake up. I know you can't sleep either." Maureen turned over her eyes gazing upon Joanne whose frame was aglow with the outside light. "How long have you been up?" The older woman bitterly chuckled as she looked down to the floor and back up to meet Maureen's eyes. "I don't know a few hours, after all someone dear to me just overdosed on heroine!" Maureen sat herself up in bed, turning the light on beside her. "Jo, I feel just as upset as you do…" Joanne quickly stood to her feet, her arms clenching. "Do you? It doesn't seem like it to me Maureen." The performance artist got out of bed, shaking her head. "I really don't want to argue about this Joanne it's ridiculous."
"Oh! Now I'm ridiculous?" Joanne quickly walked over to her girlfriend eyeing her angrily. "I never called you ridiculous! Pookie please calm down, I know you're upset." The lawyer slammed her hand against the closet door. "You don't know about my feelings! You don't know if I'm upset or not!" With a swift movement, Joanne opened the door to the bathroom that they shared and after taking one look in the mirror, the lawyer took her hand and slammed in into the mirror shattering it. Maureen let out a scream as she ran into the bathroom to see her girlfriend on the floor in excruciating pain. "Oh my God Joanne!" the performance artist said as she grabbed the towels from the rack wrapping the lawyer's right hand with them. Blood was seeping through both towels as Joanne cried out, never taking her eyes off of what her anger had brought her to. Maureen grabbed her and Joanne's coat as well as the car keys, "Joanne, we need to go the hospital." The lawyer's face was stained with tears as she weakly got up from the bathroom floor, the glass shards still falling from her body. "I'm so sorry baby." Joanne whispered to her as Maureen helped her into the car. "Just relax okay, I'm gonna get you there as soon as I can." Hopping into the driver's seat, Maureen stepped on the gas pedal in a rush to the nearest 24 hour emergency clinic.
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Roger woke up that night in the arms of someone he didn't love, someone he really didn't even know and that scared him. He wriggled free from her grip as he fumbled around the small room for his possessions. "Why are you leaving?" The woman asked, the stains from her make-up smeared on the pillow beneath her. The rocker stopped and turned around to face her. "I have to go." Alarmed, the young woman walked over to Roger who began to back up when she neared him. "Well, can I have you number or something before you go so that-" Roger shook his head angrily. "Look it was just some thing; I don't want to go any farther than that please." The man continued to search the room for his things not watching as the woman crawled back into bed beginning to cry. When he heard her sobs her turned, his jacket in hand. "I'm sorry; I don't want to hurt you. My, my girlfriend just overdosed tonight and I…" The young woman held out her hand in protest against his words. "You don't have to say anything else, just go." Following orders Roger quickly threw on his jacket and headed straight before the front door. As he made his way out into the living room of the apartment, he stopped at the phone where a pen and a pad of paper laid. Scribbling his name and his number down, Roger posted the note onto the fridge before opening the door and leaving.