We layed there snuggling for another half an hour. Then, as it was dark out, we got up so we can take showers. I let Mark go first, and, after a flirtatious argument, he agrees.
I walk into my room to get ready to take a shower. I grab my special shampoo and conditioner especially bought for my dyed hair. I glance around for my shower. Spotting it by my computer, I go to grab it. As I snatch it, my mouse is bumped. My screen flashes to life.
What I see brings my nightmare to life. The dark version of Mark appears again. He smiles at me demonically.
"He's lying," he taunts. Then my computer flickers and goes back to 'sleep.'
What is he talking about? He's lying? Mark? What would he lie about? Our love for each other?
That hits me hard. He could be lying, this other guy. He could be telling Mark to fake it to hurt me...but Mark wouldn't listen to him....right?
I don't even realize I am hyperventilating until I hear Mark call out my name.
"Jack! Whoa! Jack!" he rushes in and embraces me. He grasps my arm I didn't know I was using. It was then, that I realized I had brandished a pocket knife. The blade was inches from my screen, right where fake Mark was mocking me.
"Seanie...what are you doing? What happened?"
"He. Was back. He was standing there. On my screen. H-he said-" I stop. I don't dare tell Mark what the man accused.
'What?" Mark gently spun me around so I was facing him.
"He turned up again!" I say wildly, "He was on my screen! He looked exactly like I said before! He looked exactly...like you."
Mark looks at me, shocked, "Y-you mean the same guy you saw before?"
"Yeah," I breathed.
I watch as Mark takes the knife out of my hand and leads me to my bed. He keeps a worried look on his face as he asks me for the second time today, "Jack, have you been feeling okay?"
"Yeah," I reply, "I mean, I haven't felt any different than I was before."
"Okay," he says, but doesn't look any more relieved.
We sit there for a few more minutes. MArk seemed like he was in his own world, holding my hand and rubbing it.
"Mark?" I stammer, "W-what's wrong with me?"
For a while he doesn't answer. He just sits there and holds my hand. I don't get any response until I feel a tear fall on my hand.
"I don't know, Seanie. I really don't know. But whatever it is, I am going to be standing right next to you. I'm never letting you go, I promise."
We end up laying down on my bed, oblivious to the hell to come.
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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...
