Post by Amy S. on Jul 20, 2006 13:38:29 GMT -5
The past 16 years had been kind of Mark Skroce, but his own mind had rarely been kind to him, since the time he spent in Siberia. Tortured to no end on a daily basis, being held against his will and from his former wife Evangeline Lavoie was not a cake walk. He kept it to himself, avoiding therapy after he was found. Everyone thought that Mark was strong, that he seemed so collected and normal and most likely concluded that he didn't need therapy.
The night of the dance, he swore that Evangeline was alive and that he was dancing with her. She was flesh, and looking up at him with the same emotions they had felt on their wedding night.
NO. He screamed inside of his mind. No, that is NOT Evangeline. Evangeline is dead. None of the above was true. That wasn't Evangeline looking into his eyes, it was her daughter and Evangeline was dead because of him. Robin didn't have a father because of him. Brock didn't have a daughter because of him.
Tell someone! he screamed again in his head. His relationship with Ellis had over the past week become strained on his part. He wouldn't go near her, or his children Audralynne, Connor, nor Eva (who often looked too much like Emma for him to bear).
Mark sat in his office, where he had spent the last two nights, just to be closer to the girl who looked so much like his love. He stayed awake every night and walked by Robin's dormatory room nearly every hour just so he was sure that she was safe.
The madness was snowballing, and it was no doubt going to escalate into something dangerous and tragic.
The night of the dance, he swore that Evangeline was alive and that he was dancing with her. She was flesh, and looking up at him with the same emotions they had felt on their wedding night.
NO. He screamed inside of his mind. No, that is NOT Evangeline. Evangeline is dead. None of the above was true. That wasn't Evangeline looking into his eyes, it was her daughter and Evangeline was dead because of him. Robin didn't have a father because of him. Brock didn't have a daughter because of him.
Tell someone! he screamed again in his head. His relationship with Ellis had over the past week become strained on his part. He wouldn't go near her, or his children Audralynne, Connor, nor Eva (who often looked too much like Emma for him to bear).
Mark sat in his office, where he had spent the last two nights, just to be closer to the girl who looked so much like his love. He stayed awake every night and walked by Robin's dormatory room nearly every hour just so he was sure that she was safe.
The madness was snowballing, and it was no doubt going to escalate into something dangerous and tragic.