Chapter 3: Somewhere
A/N: This chapter is done through Mark's POV while in the coma. I tried to write this through his characterization in the play.
Oh god, where am I? What the hell happened to me? I knew that I heard some
car beeping it's horn at me and that the sun was blinding me, but where am I?
I'm hearing words that seem so vacant in my head. It sounds like Roger. Oh
god, I don't want him to worry about me, he should be worrying about Mimi
and himself. Why do I hear Mimi and the other girls crying. Please don't cry,
I'm going to be okay, right? I think someone is touching my hand, it feels so
warm, yet why can't I return it? I feel some tube down my throat; I heard the
doctor say that it isbecause I had trouble breathing. This pain seems endless, as
if I am about to draw my last breath.I don't want to leave my family now, they
need me? I'm supposed to be the one to survive.Please god, if you are there,
let me live past this. Let me return the gentle touches, and then openmy eyes
again. I don't care what my outcome is, but let me see my family again. I want
to tell Roger to take his goddamn AZT. I want to tell Collins to never get his
ass kicked. I want to tell Mimi how beautiful she is, and how Roger deserves
her. I want to tell Maureen and Joanne to just get along. I want to tell Angel
how generous she is and how Collins loves her. If Benny is there, I wouldn't
even yell at him, like Roger would have. I would just say hi. Just please God,
let me get out of this state, let me live on. I want to see sunsets, my crazy
friends and I just want to breath again on my own. Just please, let me open my
eyes again. Please.
The next chapter will be up soon.