New Life

Chapter 2 - Deep ||Part 1||

Mark's POV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned as I tried to hit the snooze button. "Shut up, damn it!"

But it didn't. I finally pressed the damn button as I got out of bed. I messed with my hair a bit, remembering it was a bright, hot pink. I chuckled slightly, but then I remembered something that happened recently.

Matt was sitting on the couch with Ryan. There was an empty seat. It was where Daniel sat. But now... he's gone. Daniel attempted suicide not too long ago. Cyndago was finished. The two still live with me, but they don't make videos anymore. They still are grieving, but I can't blame them... same thing happened to me when Alex died. I grieved for about a month before I started making videos again, so I can't blame them.

"Hey guys, what do you want for breakfast?"

"How about pancakes, Mark?" Ryan asked.

Matt gave me a thumbs up, signaling that he agreed. He hasn't been talking lately, but I'm sure he will soon.

I noticed that we had no more pancake mix, so I will have to go to the store. I went into my room and got dressed (I wish I could we go places in boxers, but that would be weird). I floofed up my hair, grabbed a jacket, and walked outside. It was a chilly, winter morning, but it was ok. I jumped in my car, and let it warm up before I went to the store. I got a text...

UNKNOWN NUMBER

( ) 567-8690

cAn't bREaTh

bE DaMNeD inTo a SuIT

HelP

pLEaSE

I read the message over and over again... "What the... is this some prank..." I texted back.

Who is this...?

fiVe yEArS

FivE YeARs aGo

It hit me. "Mike... Mike Schmidt..." I drove out of the neighborhood as quickly as I can. Shopping. Beca. Home. Pizzeria.

"Why in world... why me...?"