Mark Brooke | 21.10.2015  

Mark holds his head in pain. His head is throbbing and his hands are still numb, caked in dried blood.

He has a terrifying memory of her in his head — green eyes wide open, lips trembling.

The only good which came of this situation was his father going to jail for murder and him joining Daniel's group.

"I love you," He had whispered to Martha as she clung onto him.

He had his father's shirt on with too much deodorant, so that he could cover any smell which was coming from himself.