This song is the official song for Mental expressing Agnes' love for Mark. As you get more into the book you will see what I mean.

Mark's POV

I sat on the wooden bench looking at the people who were patiently waiting to visit their family or friends. It made me wonder if Agnes got visitors. As far as I knew she had no family members other than Charles. Apparently.

There was a specific woman that caught my attention. She wore a black dress with long sleeves and had pitch black hair. She was leaning against the white wall with her arms folded, looking bored and tired. She browsed her eyes around the large room until her eyes finally landed on me.

Her eyes were black. Pitch black. It reminded me of coal. Her lips were blood red and her skin was pale. She tilted her head and at that exact moment, there was a deafening ringing in my ears.

I held my head in my hands, covering my ears and leaning over. It was almost unbearable and noticeable. The woman sitting next to me rested her hand on my shoulder. My head snapped up and I instantly pulled away from her, startling both her and me. I looked down at her enlarged stomach and pale face.

"Sorry... I, uh, I just don't feel well." I said rapidly. She looked sympathetic but seemed to understand. I looked back at the wall to see the woman in the black dress gone.

I got up and went outside to get air. The moment I stepped outside, I felt the fresh afternoon air hit my face. I let out a sigh of relief.

I ran my hands over my face, trying to rid the thoughts that were crowding my mind.

My mind was already occupied with the contents of mine and Agnes' conversation. I was still obsessing over it. And now, now I was obsessing over this.

Why?

Because life hates you, that's why.

"Bad day?"

I jumped at the sudden feminine English accent of the woman in the black dress. She jumped at my outburst, putting a hand on her chest trying to calm her heavy breathing. I took note of the cigarette between her fingers which held long red painted nails.

"Goodness child! You look like you've seen a ghost!" she said slightly laughing. She put the cigarette between her lips.

"I-I'm sorry. You just... scared me, that's all." I looked at her from head to toe. I watched as she removed the cigarette from her lips and blew out smoke.

"Well, my apologies. I was told I had a habit of 'appearing' and 'disappearing' at the worst of times." Her eyes widened when she said 'appearing' and 'disappearing', highlighting her black eyes. As if she was mocking it. "It's bloody crap if you ask me." She smirked menacingly.

I still couldn't understand why the sudden urge to run from this strange woman overtook me but, like most times, I didn't.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" I couldn't help but ask. She was quite the mystery.

She turned her head to the side, blowing out smoke, smirking in the process. "The question is, my dear child, who are you?"

Her accent was hypnotizing and she was very beautiful, but I wasn't that hypnotized. I couldn't be. It was almost as if there was a wall blocking my attractions to this woman.

"Mark." I said confidently. But she had a way of making people nervous with just a look. She tilted her head to the side, with the same frightening smirk on her face.

"Ares."

She seemed like an Ares.

"I was trying to visit my daughter but she has a way of being good at... avoiding people when she wants to. I sometimes wonder where she gets it from." She dropped her cigarette on the floor, stepping on it.

"Oh. Who's your daughter? I might be able to help with that."

I was just basically trying to be nice. I didn't want to face the harsh reality of having to face Agnes again. It wasn't that I didn't love her back, it was the fact that I didn't know whether I did or I didn't want to.

"She's... it doesn't matter. I should just give her space. Wouldn't want to upset her, trust me." she chuckled at her inside joke. "Well, you should better get going. I would hate to keep you waiting."

I nodded, contemplating whether I should leave or not. The more I looked at her, the more her eyes changed colour. They turned from pitch black to piercing blue. I walked backwards, slowly, still watching her intensely. She kept her smile, tilting her head creepily.

"Have a lovely day, Mark." That was the last thing I heard before I walked back into the institution.

ARES' POV

My smile dropped the second he disappeared, leaving a blank expression on my face as I stared off into the distance. It's harder than I thought to keep a fake smile. I knew from the moment that my eyes landed on him who he was. Agnes was better than I thought.

I felt her presence next to me. She was shorter than I was but she had the same black hair that I did. She was the exact replica of me, or I was the exact replica of her. Most people would take her for a 21 year old woman but I don't blame them. She was that beautiful.

"Is he the one?" she said looking at me. I continued to look in the distance.

"He's the one. Mark Davis. Twenty four years old. 6'1. Son of Mindy and Clark Davis. Brother of Nina Davis. He is... quite the keeper."

She chuckled walked in front of me. "Freda is angry. She claims you're keeping secrets from her. And besides, you were supposed to get rid of Mark by now. It's not that hard, Ares."

"If it's not that hard then why don't you do it, Alex?!" I was now shouting but not loud enough for everyone in the institution to hear.

"Those weren't my orders. They were yours. Get it done, Ares. Be responsible for once in your life." I looked away from her, running my tongue over my teeth. Something I did when I was upset. I despised this woman. Even if she was my mother.

"It's too late anyways. I can feel it. If I lay a finger on Mark, Agnes will kill us all and you know it. She can World War III if anything happens to Mark. I know my daughter." I assured her.

"Only Freda can do that."

"Agnes is more powerful than Freda. That's why Freda hates her. We need a change of plan. From now on, we make sure Mark is safe."

She ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't agree. We should just kill him now and be done with it before more harm is caused. We can find someone else for Agnes."

"Are you even listening to me? If you harm a strand of hair on Mark's head Agnes will skin you alive. No harm is to come to Mark Davis. I need your word, Alex." I looked at her daringly. She didn't seem okay with it but she wasn't challenging me.

"Fine. I'll assure the Mothers." A true smirk made its way onto my face.

"Good."