Lucy and Mark break up and go there separate ways, only to be brought back together in the worst imaginable situation. Please comment literally anything you feel I should change :)


2. Mark, being with happiness

Mark crashed in through the doorway. He hit the wall nearby, slid down it and started to cry. He just sat there, with the image of the blood, the knife and Rick’s dying face. Rick had looked so peaceful lying there, and some part of Mark wished it was him that died.

After about half an hour he felt a comforting hand slide onto his shoulder, and a body moving to sit next to him. He looked up through the tears and saw his girlfriend looking back in her dressing gown, she must have just got up. “What,” she started “on earth was that?”

Mark trusted her, he trusted her with his life. If he could tell anyone about the night’s events it was her. “I- I was at the pub,” he stumbled on his words, having no idea what to say.

“Yes, I know that,” she giggled, and prompted him with a reassuring look.

“There was a fight.”

“Oh Mark, not again...” The hand on his shoulder tightened.

“I couldn’t help it. You know the sad thing is… I can’t even remember how it started. He, I mean Rick…” He let out a single sob cutting his sentence short.

“Mark we’ve been here before. If you could stop it then, you can stop it now”

“How you do it? How are you always so damn positive? I just killed a man and you’re still-” And just like that Marks whole life fell apart.

“wh- wha-” Now she was crying too. Mark reached out for his girlfriend, but it was too late, she was already backing down the hallway. she looked at Mark like he was a monster.

“Wait!” He called hysterically after her. His legs weren't working, when he tried to get up he crumbled to the floor. He was left there, a pathetic excuse for a man in a deserted hallway.

“Lucy…” He tried to shout as he was swallowed by the darkness.


Mark dreamed of Rick. He dreamed of stabbing Rick, over and over, until he looked up and he was no longer stabbing Rick. He looked up to see Lucy. Her big brown eyes had a look of puzzlement in them, then she fell. Her white dress stained with blood, whether it was her’s or Ricks, he couldn’t tell. He couldn’t stop her. Mark reached for her as she disappeared down a dark pit. Mark struggled but couldn’t get up to save her. He jumped down the pit to follow Lucy but he was stopped, grabbed at the ankles by Emma. Emma pulled him up and laughed. Suddenly she was the man beside Rick’s dead body. Staring straight through Mark and all he thought he was.


He woke up gasping, gulping the air as if it could erase all that had just happened. He sat up against the same wall as the night before and stared at where Lucy had been sitting. He thought long and hard then, he thought about his dream, he thought about Lucy and how much he loved her, but how little he said it. Slowly he got up, took his keys off the hook, wrote a short note and stuck it on the door as he left.


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