Part 11. "You wouldn't Understand."

                                    

                                          
At first, everything seemed perfect...
                          
You, Dark, and Mark were living in a happy household.
                          
Waking up every morning to breakfast before leaving for work at the local mall.
                          
Dark always giving you a quick kiss and smack on your butt before your head out the door, and Mark shaking his head.
                          
But something seemed... well, off..
                          
Mark wasn't as happy as he used to be.
                          
He used to happily oblige to you and Darks outings every weekend, and drive you two drunkards home after a night of partying. But, now he'd rather stay in his room and work.
                          
"Mark? We're going to Smoke 'n Grille for dinner, you coming?" You knock on his door. You hear a groan. 'Must've been sleeping.' You think.
                          
"Just go without me. I need to work." Marks voice was low and represented gravel. 
                          
"Mark, I know you haven't been eating, please come. I think you need some time away from 'work'." You sigh and lean your head against the door.
                          
"Why do you even want me to go anyways?!" He pulls open the door, you almost fall forward but catch yourself. "Just so that you and Dark can make out with each other across the bench to remind me I'm alone?! The only good reason to having the fucking freak in my head was the fact that I felt what love was and I could feel how it felt to hold someone..." Marks eyes filled up with tears and he looked into your eyes.
"You wouldn't understand." He shut the door slowly and walked back into his room, lightly huffing, almost crying.
                          
"Mark.. I.." You start..
                          
"Yo! Babes! Lets go! Is Mark coming?" You hear Dark shout, your eyes sting with tears but you brush them away.
                          
"Yeah, sugar. I'm coming, Mark has work." You sigh and walk away from Marks room.
                          
IN MARKS ROOM...
                          
Mark watches as you and Dark pull out of the driveway and speed down the street. 
                          
"Why did I just vent to her? I didnt hurt her feelings, did I? What the fuck is wrong with me." He sat with his head in his hands and started to sob. 
                          
He felt sad all the time now. Like he has a weight on his chest and theres nothing to take it off.
                          
Every time he saw a couple in the streets, he got pent up with anger and sadness. He's never felt like this before..
At least... He did with Dark..
                          
He always thought Darks and his feelings would mix sometimes, and thats why Mark would get angry or sad sometimes.. But it seems like these were Marks feelings all along. 
                          
When Dark took you, Mark got angrier. But when Dark would hold you and kiss you, Mark didn't feel sad. This must have been the mixing. 
                          
Marks stomach growling stops him from thinking. "Shes right," He sighs, "I need to eat."
                          
AT THE RESTAURANT
                          
"Dark, we need to talk about Mark." You hold his hand across the table. He looks up from stuffing his mouth and nods for you to go on.
                          
"I think he's depressed, Dark." You sigh. "He hasn't been eating and he hasn't left his room in a week or two, and he cries all the time." You look down. "I want to help him because he's my friend.. Our friend.."
                          
"Y/N, Babe, if Mark was depressed, he'd tell us, right? He tells us everything. I doubt he wouldn't tell us if he was down." He smiles reassuringly to you and you force a smile back.
                          
"Yeah, I guess you're right." You nodded and continued to eat, but worry still filled your mind.
                          
Why was he depressed? 
Whats causing it?
How can we help?
                          
What if we cant help...