thirteen

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       "Hey, you ok? You seemed off at the panel and signing." Mark asked me. I looked up at him and smiled softly.
"Ya." I spoke. The man smiled and sat down beside me. Making sure Mark didn't see, I pulled my sleeves over my wrists. I may have been off these past few days, but Mark seemed weird. He knew something, or was hiding something, that I don't know about. 2:30 pm shown on my phone. It was 15 minutes away from Pax closing. Mark, all of a sudden, grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the couch. My legs scrambled after him as he opened up a green room door and threw me in.
      "Jack, I know. And I wanna know why." I stared at him, then looked down at my arms, scars clearly noticeable. All I did was walk over to Mark, who had outstretched his arms, and started to cry.

       I'm such a baby.

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