Chapter 18 A Different Kind Of Empty

"One minute." Marcus called back as he quickly dried his eyes as best he could.

He hadn't allowed the wound that Julianna had made to his head heal yet since he wanted to feel the pain. It was the only way to make the emotional pain hurt slightly less.

"Alright. You can enter." He called out.

Joshua then entered the room and took in the sight of his best friend. He was surprised at what he saw.

Marcus's eyes were red rimmed and his cheeks were stained. His hair was ruffled and messy unlike what it normally was. He could also see a blood track down the side of his head coming from a small gash that was right by his hair line. Not to mention that his clothes, in particular his t-shirt, was creased and more baggy around the neck line.

"Jesus Christ bro, are you okay?" He asked, sitting down on the bed a few spaces away from Marcus.