Marcus quickly waved to Mr.bill and made a mad dash for the wood.Mr.bill sat on his porch as police neared and smiled happily."karley may I ask if he was a good guy?"Marcus asks aloud as he runs.The old man on the porch didn't have a mean bone in his body and felt complete after meeting another self aware."I guess that answers my question right my readers?"laughs marcus then his face falls.He felt a slight ache as he ran from the cute cottage he had never felt so understood as he was on that bench.That man was like him he wished the man had raised him.A single tear fell down his cheek at first then he started to ball.All the time his wanted to cry seem to be happening at once.His vision clouded and he tripped over roots face planting.Dogs bark and the police close in he doesn't run he doesn't hide he cries as Macy cuffs him.She reads him his rights but he doesn't hear them he busy crying cause he misses his real parents,crying cause his foster parents,crying cause bill was something he must leave, crying cause he killed people,crying cause he had to pretend to be bad,crying cause he must continue pretending.As they drag him through the woods he leaves a trail of salty droplets till they throw him the car where his soft sobs stop as he regains his usual persona he holds back the plenty more tears he could cry.His life is just loss and faking and who wouldn't be sad about that."fall so hard you started crying?"Jake mock him as Macy starts the car."no!"he yells with a whiny tone.Jake laughs at his childish response."You laugh but I was crying over things you will never understand
Like what's like to never be loved what's like to never be allowed to be yourself having to be something someone you aren't and to not be understood.!"Marcus screamed.Jake looked at him sitting in the back of a cop car and for a split second before his brain suggested the Looney bin for this man had killed he honestly felt bad for him.Macy with eyes up on the road as they pasted the town welcome sign spoke."well calm down you crazy bastard we can drop u off at the Asylum sound like you belong there."Marcus had never felt more mocked,belittled,even bullied.He felt small in significant.To everyone in his world but bill he was crazy.To everyone in the world that held his book he wasn't real.Yet they understood him better than anyone else cause of the writer.Then he realized the writer knew him even better than anyone.Now sitting in the back of a cop car he thought his story may end but it couldn't it just started.He got the cuffs off as the screaming had accurred but he knew he couldn't get out as easy as last time."I'm not crazy I'm broken."he said oddly confident.He looked down at his feet conveniently there was a note pad with a pen tucked in between the first two yellow sheets.He simply picked it up while acting as if was tieing his shoe.He leans behind the seat on the window.Jake speaks again."what's the difference?"but there is no answer to his question maybe cause Marcus didn't know if there was one but I think its cause he wanted Jake to do what he did.Jake turn around looking straight realizing a answer wasn't happening.he wrote on the pad in big letters "shoot the corrupt police." For a rumor that in the police department there was a corrupt cop.They passed the shoot crazy farmer Pete's house so he held up a his note pad and the wheels of the car where shot sending the car in the the field of corn.Macy let out a four letter curse word as Pete made his way to the car faster than the man probably should have.He shot something on Marcus's door opening the door freeing him."so your the corrupt ones Macy and Jake I would've never thought."as pete delivered the line Marcus ran like hell through the corn.He laughed no one ever thought Pete was good for anything they were wrong much like they were wrong about him.