"So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we'll be alright"
• Ghosts That We Knew, Mumford & Sons
warning: references suicidal ideation and self-harm
Mark was so sure he was keeping his shit together, all things considered. No, he wasn't dealing with anything in a perfect way. Panic had turned into anger, likely misdirected, but he was still too emotionally fired up and taxed to pause and step back just yet. There were things that needed to be done, step-by-step. He was a highly successful attorney, he did this step-by-step shit second nature. It was possibly the only way he could keep his shit together.
He was in his sports car, en-route to Westchester to the adolescent mental health facility, Four Winds. He needed to make sure everything was in place for his son's transfer up there. Keeping his finger on the procedural pulse, attending to paperwork, making sure all the i's were dotted and the t's were crossed. He was Justin's father, this was his job. It had to be done, and urgently. If it wasn't, Justin was going to complete. Mark had this horrible sick weight in his gut about that. It was just near impossible to talk about, because when he merely thought about it, he choked up and wanted to vomit.
( Only just managing to drive right by countless bars and liquor stores, Mark kept his mind focused on the road and getting up to Westchester... )
MARK CAMPBELL // Original Character
'Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we'll be alright"
• Ghosts That We Knew, Mumford & Sons
Mark was so sure he was keeping his shit together, all things considered. No, he wasn't dealing with anything in a perfect way. Panic had turned into anger, likely misdirected, but he was still too emotionally fired up and taxed to pause and step back just yet. There were things that needed to be done, step-by-step. He was a highly successful attorney, he did this step-by-step shit second nature. It was possibly the only way he could keep his shit together.
He was in his sports car, en-route to Westchester to the adolescent mental health facility, Four Winds. He needed to make sure everything was in place for his son's transfer up there. Keeping his finger on the procedural pulse, attending to paperwork, making sure all the i's were dotted and the t's were crossed. He was Justin's father, this was his job. It had to be done, and urgently. If it wasn't, Justin was going to complete. Mark had this horrible sick weight in his gut about that. It was just near impossible to talk about, because when he merely thought about it, he choked up and wanted to vomit.
( Only just managing to drive right by countless bars and liquor stores, Mark kept his mind focused on the road and getting up to Westchester... )
MARK CAMPBELL // Original Character
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