I wake with a jolt. I stand up, only to fall back down on the ground. Looking around, all I see is a blur of colors, and a figure walking towards me.
"Fuck off," I shout , my voice quavering.
"Jack?" I know that voice.
"Mark, what the hell? Why did you slap me?"
"Jack?" he says getting on his knees (my vision restored), "What are you talking about?"
I glance up at Mark, his bright red hair ruffled and I know he isn't messing with me...but then...
"I-I don't know," I stammer as Mark helps me to my feet, "you...you pinned me to the wall and...you slapped m-me and-"
"Jack? What are you talking about?"
"I d-don't know," I said looking him in the eyes, "M-Mark, you hurt me."
When I said those words, those four measly words, Mark lost it.
"Oh, Seanie," he stammered, "tell me everything."
I tell him everything I saw. Every little detail I remember. Throughout the whole thing he holds my hand, but this time it felt different. He held my hand tenderly, instead of using it to hold me down.
"Then I woke up and..." I trail off.
He paused, searching my face for emotion. Then, slowly, he spoke, "Jack, are you feeling okay?"
"W-Why?"
"Because," he started cautiously, "You've been in here the whole time...alone."
CZYTASZ
Imagine Me Darker
Fanfictionphan·tom//noun//a ghost or a figment of the imagination Something is wrong with Jack. One second he is recording and the next he is in the doctor's office awaiting his diagnosis. It wasn't Jack's idea. Mark is the one who told him to go. He didn't w...
