I wake up in a pitch black area. Where the hell am I? I look around, I try to get up but it appears I'm tied up. To what I have no idea. Maybe my arms are free. Nope. Damn.
I was about to try something but then I hear a voice.
"Your awake, I was afraid I'd have to do something unnecessary." A voice that sounds so familiar says.
"You!" I yell in shock.
"Yes. Me. Your black mailer." The voice says.
"Had enough of Issac?" The voice asks.
"You set that shit up?" I ask angrily.
"Maybe, it was worth it, although I didn't mean for him to hurt you but you asked for it when you pissed him off." The voice says.
"Get rid of him, I don't want to marry that jackass." I spat.
"Under one condition." The voice says.
"Not another one of those damn things." I say.
"Fine, stay with him." The voice says.
"No, what is it?" I ask.
"Apologize for what you did to me." The voice says.
"I don't know who you are, you've been going by 'your black mailer'." I say.
Lights appear and in front of me about 20 feet away stands an all to familiar person.
"Marcel?" I ask very shocked and confused.
"Yes, it is I." He says.
"But why?" I ask utterly confused.
"Two reasons. One being the 11th grade and the other being 2nd grade. You figure it out." He says simply.
I look back into the second grade as far as I can and think. What could have happened back then that caused this. That was the time I met Jordan, my beat friend who I had a crush on all the way through school, what does that have to do with Marcel?
"The second grade was when I met Jordan, my best friend." I say puzzled.
"We were best friends until you met Jordan." Marcel says.
I think back to thy time and remember, Marcel is right, we were but why is greeting back for it?
"Oh my god Marcel, I'm so sorry." Is all I can say.
"Now think back to 11th grade." He says.
I think back. As I'm thinking I now remember that was when Marcel had admitted how he felt about me. I had felt the same in a way at that time but instead of saying I felt the same. I told him that I didn't feel the same and that I was in love with some one else.
"I know you felt the same as I did. You wouldn't be crying right now if you didn't." Marcel says
"I'm so sorry Marcel, what could I do to fix all this?" I ask.
"Nothing. Except suffer or fix my broken heart." Marcel says.
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