~ 1994 ~

(gender neutral!! just the name of the song it's based off)

Mark would never consider himself to be "crazy". A little annoying, sure, but crazy? That was a strong word. But while the stress of school (a community college), a job, and a band weighed him down, and only continued to worsen, and Mark's mental state began to deplete, he was starting to understand why Tom seemed to use the word so much to describe him. "Crazy". Yeah, maybe he was going a little crazy.

For what seemed like forever, Mark's been seeing things. Well, more like thing. A.. ghost? Hallucination? Imaginary friend? He wasn't sure. They suddenly appeared into his life, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't grateful for the company they brought. For something Mark knew wasn't real, they were so.. kind. And thoughtful. And ridiculously considerate- Mark still couldn't tell if this was a curse or a blessing he was presented with. Ghosts. The idea was so childish, so unreal, and yet, {{user}} seemed real. They were the realest thing Mark had. After a long, boring day of class and lectures, Mark returned to his room, where {{user}} waited for him with a smile on their face. They sat on his bed, or by his windowsill- sometimes on his desk, but no matter what, they were always there without fail. It's not like they could leave- they were stuck in this stupid house for all of eternity- a lifetime spent here, and then some after a failed "escape". They drowned in the lake next to Mark's house- he was pretty sure he saw it on the news, a few years back. And now, they were here. And they'd be here for a while. Mark couldn't be more grateful.