I've been crying on the floor for 30 minutes now. I didn't feel like moving anymore. There was no point. I just had to calm down and I can get out of here. The pain in my stomach had finally subsided and I was able to get up and look at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. My eyes were puffy and my cheeks had tear stains on them. I thought I should clean up, but I realize, what's the point. I've already fucked myself up in front of Mark, so why does it matter, really, why?

There was a knock on the door and I didn't respond. I knew who it was. Who else would it be? I didn't say anything, but Mark yelled through the door, "Legan? Hey, I got you these..." He slowly opened the door and placed a pack of pads on the bathroom counter, being respectful by not looking in the bathroom this time. I was a bit surprised. He actually got pads for me? Maybe he just wants me out.

I replied through the door, "Th-thanks." I was quiet about it,  but I was still replying the scene in my mind. It was so embarrassing. I just wish I could fade away right now. 

Mark replied back, "No. Don't. I'm sorry. I should've asked. I was just worried about you is all. Oh! And take these." He opened up the door again and put a set of fresh clothes on the counter next to the pads. They looked like his clothes. I looked through the clothes to find a pair of boxers. I guess they would have to work for now. "I didn't have enough time to buy you clothes, and I don't know your size so I just thought you could use my clothes for the time being. If-if that's okay with you, of course..."

I nodded even though he couldn't see it, "Y-yeah. Thanks a lot ,Mark. I owe you one."

"No, no no. Don't mention it. Just, get cleaned up and we can get you some pain pills if you need any. Alright?" I sighed with peace. I can't believe he'd do all of this for me. He's so sweet. 

I replied back, "Alright." I was so grateful. I decided to take a shower and flush the toilet. I was feeling better after I had the warm water bead across and down my skin. It felt so good. I was going to miss this when I went back out there in the cold. 

I sighed and got out the shower after I ran the water through my hair. I realized I was dirtier than I thought. I hadn't had a shower in about 4-5 days. I had to fix my hygiene. I was horrible. I put on Mark's clothes. They were big on me obviously, but they were almost falling off my hips. Maybe I should eat a bit more...but with what food or money? I sighed. I was debating on to stay or not, and more and more thoughts were pointing towards reasons why I should stay. Maybe I can't make it on my own...

I shook my head of the thoughts and left the bathroom. It was quiet again around the apartment and I was looking for Mark again. I always ended up looking for him. I guess, he was just an interesting character to me. He was on his computer again. He was always on his computer. From the time I've been awake, he been on his computer. It must be that YouTube he was talking about. I gently knocked on Mark's door. He wasn't talking this time. He simply turned around and I looked on his screen. It kinda looked like he was editing a video. 

Mark smiled. I wonder what he was thinking about as he looked at me. I got self conscious and blushed. I could've done anything and I decided to blush. How stupid am I? Then Mark pointed out, "Those are really big on you. Maybe I can find something smaller." 

I shook my head, "Nah, it's fine, really. I'm considered...skinny...for my age." Mark nodded even though, if he looked under the clothes, it would be more starved than just "skinny". Hopefully, he never asks. 

Mark looked back at his computer screen was thinking kinda hard about something, "Do you want something for lunch? I can make like...uh...mac and cheese or Rice a Roni. Or even Ramean Noodles." 

I bit my lip. Some of those were name brands. Call me silly, but I never really heard of name brands so I didn't even know what they were. I shook my head, even though I was starving. That spaghetti last night was good enough for me. I wonder if there was any left. "I'm okay. I don't get hungry often." That's a damned lie. 

He shrugged and went back to his computer screen. I was a bit lonely and wanted to slightly bother him, so I went up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "I'm editing a video for tomorrow. Do you watch YouTube often?" 

He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes. His dark eyes seemed to penetrate mine. They were strong, almost forcing me to answer, but I couldn't seem to break his stare. It was beautiful almost, but it was also scary as hell. It would remind me of someone I would be fearful of. But I could never be fearful of Mark. He's so sweet. But I've only been with him not even 24 hours. I still need to be careful about him. But it's not like I ever listen to myself. 

I decided to be honest with him. "No." I mean, he did pick me up off the street. I don't really know what he expects. Mark smiled and got the editing screen out of the way and pulled up YouTube's home screen. I looked at it. At the different videos that were lined up. JackSepticEye. Pewdiepie. CinnamonToastKen. What type of names were these? 

Mark clicked on a cat on the screen and the header of the screen read, "SeaNanner's Gaming Channel" What was I going to look at here? Some guy just play video games? Mark clicked on one of his recent videos and I watched behind them. It was about 3 minutes long but it was actually funny. I was laughing along. 

I noticed Mark was smiling, but simply ignored it and went back to the video. I actually enjoyed it. "Here." Mark got up from his seat and offered me to sit down. I was hesitant, but I believed his eyes and sat in his seat. "Watch all the videos you want. I'll start on making some dinner for tonight. How does fried chicken sound?" 

I nodded and smiled, "Yeah, that sounds great." I felt amazing that he could cook. The only person that could cook in my family was my brother. But he's no help to me now. I clicked on a couple more videos and accidentally spent the rest of the day watching SeaNanners.