All Chapters of The Mark: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I continue running, not caring where I go. I just need to be away from here. Wherever here is. Why was this happening? What's going on? Why do I keep waking up in places, but with no idea of what's going on? It's like I know what should be happening, but nothing is the way it should be. I'm so confused by what's going on. Part of me wishes to see Damian, while another part of me wishes to never see him again.The beeping becomes louder until I find myself surrounded by darkness once more. I cover my ears wishing for it to stop when another sound takes over. The beeping begins to subside as I find myself in my condo in New York. I hear someone knock on the door, and instantly run to go grab it. There in front of me is Jessica holding a little boy. My eyes grow wide in realization."MAVERICK!" I call out as happy tears run down my cheek.Jessica smiles as she walks into my condo, handing Maverick over to me carefully. "Somebodies happy to see you." She coos to Maverick as she places hi

It's been nearly a month since my manic episode. Damian had Dr. Matthews come to check up on me. He said I was fine and was bound to have some residual effects from the injuries. It wasn't uncommon for gunshot victims to experience paranoia or dissociative disorder due to the trauma. I was starting to feel a bit better as our life progressed. I no longer experienced any alternate realities or nightmares that made me believe that my life was just some horrible nightmare. Rather my life was beginning to fall back in place.Every so often, however, I would have this nagging thought that something wasn't right. I couldn't place my finger onto what that was, only that it felt as though I was missing something. I knew in order for us to move on from everything that happened, I would have to ignore that feeling. Damian had proved to me on multiple occasions that everything I was experiencing was indeed real.I had no reason to doubt the authenticity of his actions and decided to ignore any l

The next few hours were absolutely excruciating. I paced the hallway outside of the operating room so many times, that I was surprised I hadn't fallen to the floor below yet. I see a nurse go by and run up to her pleading to tell me what was going on. I needed an update, anything. I needed to know if my little girl was going to be ok. "Please. I'm begging you. Can you please tell me what's going on?" I ask, pointing to the operating room behind me.The nurse looked startled but remained silent. "Please, I'm begging you. My wife and child are in there. They've been in there for hours, but no one will tell me anything. Please, can you just find out if they're ok?" I beg, nearly kneeling in front of her feet desperate to find out what was going on.The nurse shakingly nodded her head in understanding before responding."I'll see what I can do." She replies, before entering the room behind me. I walk over to the chair on the opposite wall, and fall into the seat, leaning over and placi

I wasn't that hungry. I couldn't remember the last time I ate something substantial. But I still wasn't hungry. My nerves were getting the best of me. I think I'll just go back to Haley's room, and have something ordered there. I needed to see her. I couldn't explain it, it was like an unrooted fear that was deep inside me. I didn't want to be away from her at all, almost as if I expected her to only get better if I was in the room. I knew it was flawed thinking, but at least if I was with her, I could make sure nothing bad happened. I needed to make sure she was safe. Even though we had no reason to be afraid anymore, I still couldn't get myself from being on edge. It was as if I was waiting for something else to happen. Something that in my mind wouldn't happen, so long as I was with her.I walked back to Haley's room, hoping that there would be a change in her progress. I so badly needed her to wake up. For the first time in a long time, I started to feel optimistic. I think part o

...Haley POV...I was so confused. It felt as though I was living through a fog. It's hard to explain, but nothing seemed to make sense around me. Zan and Jessica had already left the room to give Damian and I some privacy. I think that they were worried about me being overstimulated. I was already confused enough. I didn't need everyone's pity on top of everything.I heard the machine beside begin to sound an alarm as my heart began to race. Damian immediately came to my side and pulled me into his embrace.I couldn't talk nor communicate how I felt, so instead all I did was cry. Damian however, didn't seem the least bit phased. Rather he continued to hold onto me, placing my head into the crook of his neck. I could hear a scuffle by the entrance of the room and felt Damian shift slightly. He placed his hand on the back of my head, keeping me close to him, but not before I saw a bunch of nurses looking at us worriedly.Damian simply shook his head and waved them out of the room. "S