A/N: Hey guys. I'm writing this story due to the fact that this happened, and I'm hoping writing will help me out with it. Maybe there'll be a lesson in this. We shall see. Be warned. There's a lot that goes on.

I smiled towards my boyfriend, who at the moment was driving to the video store. The night before, we drove up to Family Video and rented some Marvel movies. Poor Mark, he'd never seen the Avengers! I couldn't let the poor boy live without seeing that movie. Along with some of the Iron Man movies. I attempted rolling down the window, but for some reason it didn't even crack.

"Mark," I started, "Why is your window like this?" I asked, looking over at him.

The moment I said his name, he'd rolled down the window, "I dunno, defiantly something I need to get fixed," he said, before handing me the aux cord, "Hey, you should plug your music in."

I smiled, it took awhile to get him to listen to my music. He used to complain about it, about how it wasn't his 'type' of music, but now when I go through his phone, I see a lot of the songs I got him to listen to.

Twenty-One Pilots played through the stereo as I got into my pocket and pulled out my small case of cigarettes. I knew this was a bad habit of mine, I knew it was making my death day come earlier. But I didn't care, it calmed me down.  It was relaxing. Lighting it, I inhaled and exhaled out the window. Mouthing the words to Anathema, a song that brought back bad memories, but it was such a great song, and if I was prepared, I wouldn't have to deal with the terrible memories.

It was silent between me and Mark, and it made me thankful that the music was playing. I wasn't very much a person to deal with silence very well, it brought on very unwelcoming thoughts.

I looked over at Mark, and at his appearance. Chuckling to myself, he was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. Not exactly something you'd be wearing out in public.

After taking another drag of my cigarette, I sighed, "I'll run the movies in for you," knowing he wouldn't want to go outside like that.

"Thanks!"

Within a few minutes, my cigarette was gone, and we were pulling up into the parking lot of Family video. I grabbed the four movies that we rented and quickly opened the door to run out of the vehicle, slamming it behind me. I dashed inside, dropping the movies off in the Dropbox, before quickly inning back out and back into the truck, I was pleased to hear that Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen was playing.

I bounced lightly in my seat, going along with the beat. Singing it dramatically as well. This was always a fun song for us to drive to.

"So do you want to stop by the park?" Mark's fingers reached for the knob and twisted it to the left to turn it down.

"Sure." I said, with a impassive facial expression. Today was a day where I felt like doing nothing but lying on the couch and watching movies or playing video games.

In the back of my mind, I hoped Mark would be able to tell the lack of joy I had about going to the park, but unfortunately he didn't.

We were silent the way there, the only sound being the sound of Halsey's 'New Americana', leaning my head on the ledge of the window, letting my hair get messed up with the wind blowing through it. Singing the words underneath my breath. Mark on the other hand was actually singing it, his voice was just so beautiful. My teeth clenched together, eyes fluttering shut.

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It wasn't minutes later when Mark pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park. I lifted my head up and looked out the window, which now was being rolled up.

We're here.

I opened the door, and stepped out. Closing my eyes and taking a breath of fresh air. I had a nauseating feeling, like something was going to go wrong. I didn't understand though, we did this a lot. Going to the park at eleven p.m, when no one is there, I never got this feeling.

I waited, turning towards the other, forcing a smile as he made his way towards me. I didn't say anything about his attire, which I thought was pretty hilarious that he was out in boxers and a t-shirt. Like, what if someone came up and talked to us? That happened occasionally. Someone with a dog, or someone playing that Pokémon Go game, where we would debate on whose team is better; or cheer when we'd be on the same team.

We didn't say a word as we walked onto the curb, taking the path to the little playground.

The park we went to was one of those parks in those rich neighborhoods, though I can say it wasn't a very rich neighborhood!

It was good though. It was a good, nice, and safe neighborhood.

"Swings or tables?" I asked, knowing that those were the only things that we ever did at the park. We always swung, sat at the table and talked, or leaned up against the tree and made out.

"Tables for now," He told me, and I frowned. I was really wanting to go swing, but I didn't dare speak my opinion. I didn't want to upset him.

So we sat there on the picnic table benches. I decided on lighting another cigarette, sighing through my nose.

"So? Whatcha wanna do?" I asked.

"We can just talk about video games?" He asked, looking through his phone, and I nodded.

"Sure!" There was something that I could agree to, "We should look I to getting some new games," I said, moving from the seat, to on top of the table, flicking the ash off the cigarette.

It was silent, and that little light of happiness from the mention of the games was now gone. He was too busy on his phone, "So games!" I said, trying to be excited about it. Trying to force myself to be happy.

Trying to make him get off his phone.

"Yeah, one moment," he said, and I saw his fingers typing something out. I sighed again, taking a long drag of my cigarette, and closing my eyes. Holding in the smoke before finally exhaling, after another moment of not talking. I stood up on top of the tables and begun walking on top of it, going back and forth. Jumping to the other table about two feet diagonal from it.

"Yknow, I may be sick," I started, which was true. I was vomiting up my lungs the night before and had a severe headache -not quite a migraine- at the moment- "I can't just sit still. I feel too guilty about sitting around, so I have to move around," I said, jumping down on the table's bench, then back on the table.

"Honey, that's not good," Mark looked up from his phone for a second, before back down. I sat down on the other table, staring at Mark, occasionally taking a hit off my cigarette.

Finally, minutes later, right as I was about to give up and head to the swings, and right as My cigarette was almost out, Mark locked his phone.

"So. Games?" He said, and I sighed loudly.

"Games! Don't you just love them!" I said, jumping up again, I threw the bud in the dew covered grass, and jumped back onto the same table Mark was on.

"I do!! I love them very much!"

I smiled, and sat on the table, crossing my legs. I was about to start speaking, but a group of maybe twelve people came loudly to the park grounds, I watched them. A group of people at 11:30 at night was a bit worrying.

"Must be playing Pokemon, haha," Mark laughed a little, and I couldn't help but chuckle with him. We were currently sitting at a pokestop, and near us was a gym, so the chance of the group of strangers actually playing Pokemon was very high.

Though those chances were lowered once I saw they were walking past us, though I couldn't see very well, I heard the bouncing of a ball.

"Sounds like they're going to the ball area," I said, unable to keep myself from staring.

I wasn't right, but they did walk away from us. They were just running around the playground, acting like idiots. They smacked each other with the ball, yelling at each other, and it almost seemed like they were playing hide and go seek tag. They were at least late teens early 20's. That's me when I grow up.

Me and Mark continued on talking for another good half hour, the group was still running around, causing me to chuckle here and there, but of course I'd always return back to my conversation.

Though as we were continuing talking, a group of six guys were walking towards us. I felt anxiety build in my gut, but I didn't say anything. It was clear they weren't coming to the park, no. They were coming to the benches.

Two of the guys brought the table closer to me and Mark, before all six of them sat down. There was only silence between me and Mark now.

"Aye, Mark!" One of the guys said, the red head simply just gave a small wave, and a tiny 'hey' back. He grabbed his phone and texted me.

"He's from school. "

"Oh."

I texted him back, putting my phone down. I couldn't help but stare at what they were doing. One of these guys had a huge jar of weed!

"Wish I had some money left..."

Saying that caused mark to chuckle, we both knew I occasionally smoked, and recently with a lot of stressful events I've Been really feeling the need to chill.

I watched them sell it to each other before they started rolling it into blunts. I chewed on my tongue, desperate not to say anything. I had a bad feeling about this.

"Do you want to go to the swings?" I asked my boyfriend.

"No," he said, staring at his phone. I sighed quietly, looking back at the guys. It was moments later, one of them had the blunt rolled and finished. Now having it in his mouth, he lit it.

"Dude, this taste like ass!" I believe is what he said.

(I should've listened to this. Fucking dumbass.)

I ignored what he said before turning to Mark, "Alright, if I ask and whether or not they do say yes or no, let's go back to the swings. Okay?"

HERE WE GO.

Mark nodded his head, and I stood up to get closer to the guys, in a flirty voice I said, "Mind if I take a hit?" I said, and the guy immediately passed the blunt to me. I took a hit. Then two.

"Damn! He's hitin' that shit!" One of them said,as I handed it back. "Does it taste like ass?"

"Nah," I said, walking towards the swings, which was away from the tables. Mark following close behind me. I sat on the swing, just standing up and holding on to it. "Damn."

"You feel good?" Mark asks me, chuckling.

"Hell yeah!" I said, swinging a little bit. Before stopping. I looked at him, then back at the tables. The smile on my face disappeared. I started feeling weird.

"Well, wanna go back to the tables?" He asks me.

"No. No. No. I think we need to go back to your truck. "

"What? What's wrong?" His voice was laced with concern.

"I should not have done that. I feel like I have no control over my body, also like I did when I got my piercing," which was the feeling of about to faint. He linked arms with me, and we begin walking. I could barely walk straight, if it wasn't for him I would've fallen more than likely. "I should not have don't that, I'm so stupid. " I said again, "My. My. My mouth is dry, isn't that a sign. Of a seizure or something?"

"No, no I don't think so. I got some water in the truck. Come on. " he unlocks the passenger door, making sure I got in safely before going in the driver's seat. "Waters Down There," he said, I bent down and picked it up, guzzling it down, "So those guys are from my school, and they make fun of me-"

I couldn't catch what else Mark was saying, I looked at him, looked out the window. I realized that my mind was running slower than usual, I wanted to tell him this but I didn't want to interrupt him so I nodded really quickly. Only to look at my hands.

It felt like I blacked out but in reality it was within a second, I was screaming, looking around. "Where am I?" I was hyperventilating. I saw some random red haired dude next to me, "Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed. Why was I with some random guy? In some random car?

"Honey honey, it's me. It's mark. You're going to be okay."

I stared at him with wide eyes, my breathing was still heavy, "Mark?"

"Yes yes, it's me. You're going to be okay. "

I nodded, gasping for air, "A-Ask me things. "

"What year is it?"

"2016."

"What's your name?"

"Seán, but I go by Jack."

"President of the USA?"

I paused. "Obama."

"Alright... You're good.."

"W-When I first started smoking my friend told me if you have a bad high to eat bread because it soaks up the THC.." Even if I absolutely hated bread, if it kept me alive, I'd do anything right now. (it works)

"Alright, let's get you home and get you some bread."

I nodded, as Mark turned the truck around. We were so lucky his house was literally right down the road. We returned to his house, and as we were walking to the door, I looked at my feet. "I'm such a horrible child, I don't deserve to live. How could I be so stupid? "

"Honey, it's okay. You deserve to live. You made a mistake, it happens. "

He was still talking to me, speaking softly to me, "You go upstairs, carefully and I'll be up there with the bread okay?" I nodded, listening to what he said. I walked up the stairs slowly, turning to his bedroom before sitting on the mattress on the floor, the one I slept on. We had to sleep on separate mattresses because his was too small.

It was a minute, Mark had came up with two pieces of bread.

Ugh. I hate bread.

I took a deep breath, tying to relax, "I'm so sorry," I whispered, "Taking the bread. "

"It's okay. "

I took a bite, but my mouth was so dry I couldn't swallow it, "Could you get me some water? I can't eat it my mouth is so dry." I said, then added, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he got up quickly, taking a cup we used earlier in the day to the bathroom (which thankfully was connected to his room) and filled it with water, bringing it to me. Washing the bread down. I ate about half of it before putting both the bread and the water down.

"I think I'm going to have to use your bathroom soon," I said, holding my stomach.

"Are you going to get sick?"

I nodded, "I think I have to use your bathroom now," I said, before I quickly crawled off the mattress and to the bathroom. Making my way to the toilet. I'll spare the details, but I vomited my lungs, it was like the exorcist. The way the vomit came out, and the force of it.

I could tell the slight tint of blood.

Mark came in quickly the second timed my body lurched, "DEAR GOD," he screamed, my head was in my hands, and bowed.

"We gather here today.."I did the voice of a priest, chuckling and smiling. I felt like I would die any moment now, and I taught myself that if I'm with someone and I'm in pain, I need to make the other feel better, to make them worry less.

It made Mark smile, and laugh a little. I was glad.

I took a deep breath, before looking at him. "Well, I feel better! I have control over my body now! Not as numb," still feel like I'm going to die.

Wasn't going to say that though. Taking a sip of water, I spit it into the toilet before actually taking more sips and swallowing.

After flushing, Mark helped me get up and back to the mattress, where I decided to lie down. He sat on the upper mattress.

"You're not going to sleep. "

I sat up, but that was a mistake. Slowly I could feel my body giving up and slowly falling into the bed. "I-I need to. " I said.

"Talk to me, Jack. "

"Can't. Sleep. Need. Bed. " then my head fell on the pillow.

He sighed quietly.

"Just, check up on me in 20 minutes," I said, and snuggled in a blanket.

"Alright," he said.

I closed my eyes in hopes to go to sleep.

I got a total of two hours of sleep that night.