Under The Gun (The Killers\Mark Stoermer) :: Part 4 ::

Mark? Are you still awake? Voices? Who is speaking? My eyes! I cant open them! I try and move, but I cant! Where am I? What is going on? Dont move, please, you could hurt yourself more. The soft words, once more, I could hear them. I try to open my mouth to speak, but no sound emits from it. Mark, its me, Dad? Did I die? Is this heaven? Ronnie! Dont you worry, your going to be ok! Youre just lucky I found you before you bled to death, dont ever scare us like that again! Oh Shit! I only cut skin deep, not enough to kill myself. I remember being on the floor, blood dripping on my face but everything after that is an absolute blur. Mark? Can you speak to me? Can you see me? He put a hand on my shoulder. Ronnie why? It hurt so bad to speak, but I needed some answers. Slowly I blinked my eyes; the harsh white light hurt my eyes. Hey beautiful! It is certainly good to hear you speak! So, suddenly I say his name and I am speaking? Why? Tell me now Ronnie! I coughed so hard I felt like I was choking. Huh? I dont understand, why what? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Why am I still alive? ...Why did you have to save me? A disgusted look crossed his face. Mark, you need to know that Missy and the rest of us love you very much, we wouldnt ever let a thing happen to you. The Doctors said you were lucky you didnt cut yourself any deeper, you were bleeding enough as it is. Poor Dave was down on his hands and knees cleaning up the blood from your wrists. Think of Missy! Dave said she was really upset by this, and I think you should know, she really is happy! She is sort of going out with Brandon!
Oh my god?! I did this all because she wasnt happy. She was mad at me and I couldnt bare the thought of her hating me forever. If I ran, they would only bring me back and force me to stay, living out the rest of my life as if the past never happened to me (as if I had no blame for what happened to our parents.) It w wasnt my fault, all this time I have been kicking myself for blaming everything on me. She is happy, she found love and with Brandon! He is perfect for her, I just never let her feel like she could talk with me. I just felt so responsible for her that I was overprotective of her. I have to go Ronnie, please, dont ask! I tried to sit up in the hospital bed. Careful! They tied you down so you didnt try to escape or tear the needles out of your arm! He smiled and patted me on the head. You dont understand Ronnie! I have missed out on the past four years of Marissas life and I need to apologize and give her support for dating Brandon! I began to struggle, it just isnt fair! Look Mark, we need to wait for the doctor to release you, and Im sure they want you to see a therapist! I love you enough to not let you run! he held me down as I began to slowly sob, while still struggling. You have to help me Ronnie! I just have to get to her. She is probably taking the blame for this, please Ronnie; you have to help me, please! You gotta He just shook his head. I just dont know Mark, I mean, dont you think it will look funny? A guy leaving the hospital in nothing but a hospital robe! I do have your clothes but they are rather blood stained, I continued to silently plead with him. Well, he sighed, If anybody asks, it was all your idea so, how are we getting out of here?

See... Mark feels a bit bad about that act of stupidity!
Aww... happiness!