Hello anyone still left here. I have some news for you.
I guess I underestimated Mark, or six, who ever he used to be. Instead of the month I thought it would take, it took a year for him to finally stumble back here. He spent his last two days here.
On the last day, he had looked me in the eye, or I think he had, and whispered.
"See you soon bitch."
Then exploded.

It was magnificent, a grand show.
He just took a step back, one second a solid, the next a liquid. I still can not hold my self together long enough to scrape him off the walls. I'm truely amazed that I'm able to hold off the laughter. His face, still wet with tears as he tried to look strong, his last attempt to stand up for him self failed.
I still wonder though how he knew, I was not told, I would have held a party had I known.

To any one who still cares, or just stumbled across this.
A boy named Mark died three days ago.
He was loved by none, and I doubt he will be missed.
He never tried to better him self. So he was hunted.
I tried my best to protect my report, but he made my job terrible.
He ran from protection, and made me look bad.
Three days ago he made my job easier, and died.

I told you that I would return with news of his death, and this I have done.
I do not know what is ahead, but it is not this.
Never again this, and this I can promise.









Jadine