Chapter 8
Aaron's POV
I jolt awake as I feel Mark suddenly seize up in panic. I look at him. He begins to shake uncontrollably, he's breathing heavily. I can begin to hear him whimper out what sounds like mumblings of pain. "Ma'k? Ma'k, I'm still here. It's ok Ma'k." I whisper out quietly. He just continues his rant as if I'm not there, like he's left behind to deal with his own living hell.
I try and think what I should do when sobs started to rake over Mark's body just like before. I pick him up and pull him into my arms, desperately trying to make him know that he wasn't alone. Suddenly, he stopped. I was so relived, until…. I noticed that he wasn't breathing.
"Oh gawd… Ma'k." I breathed out shakily. I was breathing hard as I searched his neck for a pulse. I panicked when I didn't find one. "Ma'k? Ma'k listen to me. Please, I hope to god you can still hear me. Ma'k…. you can't die on me now. You understand me. You can't fucking die on me now. You just reached 4 million subscribers. What will they think if there's a video about me explain how I watched you die in my arms and I couldn't do shit about it? You're still young. You still have so much to live for. What about your brother Tom, or your family and friends, what about me? Please Ma'k, you can't die… So please… please come back. Just come back… pl-please…" I begged, failing to choke back the waterfall of tears as they cascaded down my face. I waited for a while, but he still didn't fucking move.
I buried my head in his chest as I rocked us back and forth, just choking on my own sorrow. I didn't know what else to do.
Mark's POV
I blinked my eyes open, before I quickly sat up. I grabbed my head as a headache tried to form. I looked around only to find myself in a really bright, white room. I heard somebody clear their throat behind me, causing me to whip my head around into that direction. There sitting at a bench that I knew for a fact wasn't there before… was my dad. He was in bright white, clean clothes, a bright smile to match the outfit. He patted the space next to him, inviting me to sit beside him.
"What's up with the white ruhm?" I ask looking around again as I sit beside him. "This is what some call a waiting ruhm… But I prefer to call it the Final Decision Making place." He says chuckling slightly. "Why's that?" I ask ever so slightly bewildered. "Son, this is the place where people decide if their death was absolutely necessary or if they still have a stronger purpose in life ahead of them." He said back. "Wait! I'm dead?!" I yelled out as I stood up. Dad didn't even flinch, like he knew I would do that. "Yes… and no. You are more or less floating in an almost dead coma-like state. Like your dead, but have the chance to live again. That is if you choose to live." He said looking at me seriously. "Well what are we waiting for? Give me a tour of Heaven." I said smiling as I walked towards the bright light at the end of the room.
"Son…" I hear my dad say as I'm about to pass through. I turn around to see him looking down at the ground. I walk back over to him. "What dad?" I ask. He looks up at me with sad eyes. "You didn't even hesitate. You didn't even stop and think about how our family or your friends would be affected by this. In fact right now, your friend is sobbing into your body's chest. Just begging, no correct that, pleading for you to come back. And here you are almost skipping into the light. I mean I know I should be happy because then I can talk to you, but you'd be leaving so much more that's worth way more than me behind. Why did you choose so quickly?" My dad asked almost outraged.
"Because of him, dad, because of Dark." I said quietly as I looked down. "It's because of that son of a bitch? Did Wilford help kick his ass?" My dad asked. I was shocked he knew about either. "Son, I watch over you all the time. So I made Wilford real when that bitch tried to kill Aaron the other day." My dad said, clasping me on the shoulder, walking us away from the light.
"Son, it's about time you stopped living your life in fear. Don't you think?" My dad asked smiling. "Yeah, I think it is." I said as a brighter light blinded me.
Aaron's POV
I sniffle as I look at the time. I choke on more tears as I realize I've been crying over Mark for over an hour. I feel faint as I realize I'll never be able to make Mark laugh, or talk to him. I can never tell him how much of a great friend he was to me. How I wasn't able to say goodbye to him. My lip quivers as I lay back down, holding Mark as close to me as possible. He's not dead… My mind tried to convince me. But that thought went flying out the door when I could feel how cold he was.
Damn you Dark… Damn you to hell. That was my last thought before I cried myself back to sleep, still holding onto Mark.
So which do you think Mark chose?
Heaven or life?