You're Who? [Gabriel] Oct 5, 2013 9:10:39 GMT -5
Post by MARCUS ANTHONY ANDREWS on Oct 5, 2013 9:10:39 GMT -5
It's been about a week and a half since his mother found him in his room, cutting himself. He's been quiet and withdrawn since then but he hasn't been able to cut because his mom took everything from him. It angered him but he realized he needed to gain her trust, or at least wait until she wasn't home to get a stash of razors and hide them in his room. When he told his mom that cutting was an addiction and that he couldn't stop, that it became a lifestyle, he wasn't kidding. Even if he could stop, he didn't want to. He wanted to continue cutting because of the pure fact that he didn't want to be on earth anymore. He didn't want to be here and deal with the fakeness and trying to pretend that everything is okay when it really isn't.
Marcus was walking home from school but he was taking the long way. He was walking through town. He had a hard day at school and the thoughts and the voices were telling him to just step off the curb and get hit by a car. That no one would care if he wasn't on earth anymore. Marcus believed the voices in his head. It's why he began cutting three years ago. Marcus knew something was up with his mom. He knew that something was driving her crazy but he didn't know what it was and she wouldn't tell him. He knew that she and Lawson didn't get into a fight. So he really didn't know what it was. He just hoped that he figured it out soon because he hated seeing his mom anxious and upset.
Marcus was passing the cafe when he figured he might as well grab something to drink. He went and got a soda and began to walk again. He loved the fall time. Usually he got his pumpkin spice coffee but right now he didn't want that. It was a little on the hot side, and yet he was still wearing his black sweatshirt and jeans. It's become somewhat of a comfort to him, to wear the same clothes. When things didn't change, he was fine, calm, at ease. As he was walking, he couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was following him, and that someone was staring at him.