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I forced Mark to roll over and face me.
"Mark, please tell me what's wrong." I begged, looking him in the eyes. Mark simply rolled back over, saying it was nothing once again. I rolled Mark over again, more forcefully than last time. He seemed slightly afraid. I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared down at him, waiting for him to sit up more, which he did.
"Mark, you have to tell me." I demanded, far more stern than before. Mark gulped.
"I can't..." He nearly whispered. I could almost feel my blood boil. After everything we've been through together, he's actually going to keep secrets from me!? And it seems pretty important, too, since it has him so upset.
"Mark! You have to tell me what's wrong! How am I supposed to help you if you don't tell me what's wrong!?" I shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders, only to have him push me away.
"(Y/n), I told you, I'm fine, so just drop it!" Mark shouted, and that's when I blew up.
"MARK! WHAT KIND OF REALATIONSHIP AM I IN WHERE WE CAN'T TELL EACH OTHER WHAT'S WRONG!?" I nearly screamed, getting in his face a little bit.
"WELL IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU CAN LEAVE!" He retorted, spitting a little bit. I shrunk back, feeling that I was about to cry, but I had to finish strong.
"FINE I WILL!" I yelled, running out Mark's door (even though I thought I heard him say something from behind me), down the stairs, then out the front door, slamming it behind me.
I need to find a place to stay. I started walking a couple minutes ago, it's rainy, and cold because of it. I decided to go find a friend of mine, a friend I made... a while back.