[CLOSED] to clear my head, somehow..

[marcus owen foster]

Marc had decided to sit at the beach under one of the big trees. He watched the waves crash onto shore, and looked down at his arms. He was still in pain from having his stomach pumped, and his arms stitched. He picked at one of the stitches, and watched as it began to bleed. He sighed, hugging his arm close again. He couldn't help but wonder if his mom was disappointed in him, all the times he had tried to die just to see her. He couldn't even remember her voice anymore.

He wiped a tear from his eye, looking out at the ocean. "I miss you, moma.." He said quietly, tears falling down his cheeks. "I dunno why you had to go.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony sighed, wind blowing his hair gently. His tongue toyed with the backs of his lip piercings in his mouth. He spotted someone sitting down closer to the water. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled his jacket closer to block the chilly wind.

Naturally he would continue, at first glance the guy seemed fine enough. But...something drew him forward, compelled him to approach the figure.

So he did, hesitant at first. A guy a little bit older, arms stiched. And upon further looking at him he realized he was crying. "Hey uhm....are you alright?" He crouched beside him, careful to avoid touching him in case, and gazed out across the water. "No fun sitting out here alone when it's so cold. You could go somewhere warm to clear your head you know. Here.." He removed his jacket, offered it to him.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head, looking back down at his arms. The bleeding had slowed to just a trickle. He wiped it off with his shirt, still not caring that Shaun had gotten it for him.

"... m'fine..." He breathed, barely audible. He kept his head down, running his teeth across the piercing in his lip. He listened to the 'tink-tink-tink-tink' as it hit the spaces between his teeth. He looked back out at the ocean, wondering what was all the way out there. And if someone could swim that far. He had heard once all you would accomplish was dying because salt water killed you.

"Hm.." He bit his lip, debating just how far he could swim.

[tony angel martyn]

"You don't seem find man," He huffed gently, following his gaze out to the water again. "I know you don't know me, but I also know you're not human so imma tell you this. Neither am I..but I think I ran into you for a reason soo..." He whistled softly. "I probably sound insane. But feel free to vent if you need." He shrugged, dropping onto his haunches, arms over his knee, one hand holding the other wrist. He clearly didn't plan on leaving.

"At least take the jacket if you're just going to sit here in the cold."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head. He didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to talk to anyone except his moma. And he sure as hell didn't want the guy's jacket. He put his head in his hands, just wanting the guy to go away. He couldn't help but think his voice was annoying and his face was annoying and just him being there was annoying. The boy was annoying on legs as far as Marc was concerned.

"Go.." He rhasped, his throat still hurting from having his stomach pumped. He debated burying the kid's head in the sand just to get away from the large amount of annoying he emitted.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony rubbed at his face. "And let you sit here with your head up your ass moping about whatever problem fucked up your life? No. I don't care if I don't know you, but I know one thing. Throwing away your life because of something gets you nowhere. And you'll regret it. I sit here today because my mother tied and I lost everything got it? I told my father I was gay and he beat me and kicked me out. So I overdosed on sleeping pills, Valium to be exact. Dying isn't as peaceful as you would think. I wanted to see my mother and forget the hurt. It DOESN'T happen that way. There isn't a light at the end. You end up being lucky or unlucky, whatever, and you end up with a pair of fucking white wings and are sent back here to help others with your problem and tell them not to be the coward or idiot that you were. And it's not fun and things don't get better and you don't get to see the people you wanted because you ended it before you should have, got it?" And now I'm stuck here for eternity watching my mistakes and hurt reflected in others eyes. And I refuse to sit and watch it happen again."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc gritted his teeth, seriously wanting to just break this guy's nose. So he had died and come back. Big deal. "That doesn't make you responsible for me." He said quietly through clenched teeth. "It's not my fault you killed yourself and it's not my fault your mom died. And it's certainly not my fault your dad is a narrow-minded fuck. Don't come taking it out on me like you know me. You don't know shit about me. And as far as I'm concerned, you're fucking nothing. You have no right or reason to stay here. And when you find one, then you can come bothering me like you know me. Because assuming you know someone isn't good enough." He looked away, laying his head on his knees. His throat hurt from the talking, more talking than he had done since his mother died. He bit his lip, trying not to cry again.

'Give me strength, moma..' He thought, looking at the tree he was sitting beside. 'I just want you back..'

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shook his head in agitation. "Not the poibt I was trying to make." He whispered. "And I do have a reason to be here, it's my right just as much as it is yours. I would like to see you do something about it."

His chin founds his arms on his knees, not wishing to stay here with this guy honestly, but something kept him rooted to the spot despite his own reluctant. Something sparked determination in his voice and eyes, even if he didn't feel it. Something told him this guy needed help, because too soon, it was going to be too late.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shook his head, pulling himself to his feet. He dusted the sand off of his pants, then started back across the beach, his hands in his pockets. He stopped and picked up a shell, looking at it for a minute. He wondered how it had gotten this close to the grass. He pocketed it, rubbing his thumb over it as he started his walk back to the house. He kept his head down, thinking about his mom. He just wished he could have another minute with her, to hear her voice again. He wanted to bad to just hug her again, for her to tell him it was okay.

'I'm tired of living, moma..' He thought, rubbing the shell gently.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shivered, watched the guy get up and start walking. He drew his coat back on. "Dammit." Cursing softly as a wave crashed up, drenching his shoes, he turned to start the other way quietly.

"Well, failed you all again.." He mumbled. "Yeah, I bet you're real fuckin' proud of me.. Look at me now, I still can't help myself." He kicked at the grass. Let alone others. The guy didn't want to talk, and he wouldn't make him. It wasn't his problem. So why in the world was it like he was being torn in half by trying to leave? Why did something not feel right?