Mark had heard a lot about these magical humans but never believed in them. He thought they were fake, frauds. He also thought they were criminals because they would charge you for lies about your future. Mark hated them and didn’t believe in their ‘power’ yet he was sitting right in front of one. In front of a fortune teller. Unbelievable thought Mark as the fortune teller, who had not spoke a word since Mark came, was holding his hand and moved her finger around Mark’s palm. Strange thought Mark, another word that buzzed in his head amongst a lot more such as annoying, useless and dumb. This was taking more of Mark’s time than he hoped.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the fortune teller looked up at Mark with sadness and pity in her eyes.

“Well?” Mark asked impatiently. “Anything?”

“Mark i am very sorry,” sad the fortune teller as her eyes dropped. This struck Mark because he had not told her his name plus she was apologising.

“Mark I’m truly sorry however you shall carry the same fate as your family did. I can only give the advice that I gave your wife, the advice you told your wife to ignore. The advice that could’ve saved her life Mark.” The sadness in her eyes couldn’t be told in her voice. It seems like it disappeared and so had Mark. Mark had appeared to be lost in thoughts.   Eventually Mark rose form his chair and started to laugh hysterically though his eyes were very gloomy. He then barged through the door and sprinted past the crowd who also desired to learn their fate.

Mark pushed open his door, locked it with chains and ran into his bathroom. He stood over the marble sink and the scene with fortune teller played over and over again in his mind. Mark was petrified. His face was pale. The fortune teller told him he would suffer the same fate as his family, his dead family. His wife and children. His mother and father. All those he loved had perished before him and left him alone. This was the reason why Mark went to the fortune teller. To find out if he had the same destiny as them. Mark slapped the tap upwards and icy cold water splashed onto the bowl of the sink. Mark then put his hand in a threw water onto his skin. ‘Advice’. Mark had to use the advice the fortune teller gave his wife except there was a problem. He had forgot it. It had been two years since she died and ever since then Mark has lived a lonely empty life. Locking himself from society. It has only been a couple of months since he came back into the real world. Now Mark has to think back. Relive his worst nightmare. Just to remember the advice. He should have asked the fortune teller instead of bolting out, but he didn’t.

Mark had a horrendous night. In the morning his eyes were red and had bulging bags underneath them. Mark barely slept. What he had done was twisting and turning. Screaming and shouting from the nightmares and in those brief short peaceful moments, he dreamt of the great memories he had. Mark kept punching his head. Trying to remember. But it was impossible. Mark then collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep. The snoring began to fill the air and Mark was lost in a dream.

Mark sat up and looked around his apartment. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes popped open. He had remembered. He remembered it all. ‘ Protect yourself at home. Guard yourself from Danger. Then when you believe Danger has gone, you are free,’. It all came back to Mark and he knew what he had to do. Mark shifted his wardrobe to cover his door. He then dumped chairs and an old coffee table in front of it. He was barricading the door. He then locked all his windows and covered them with pictures and cloths. He left just one window to see outside. To see when danger would be gone.

Two weeks had passed and Mark still sat next to the window. He thought danger would have went by now but clearly not. Every time he looked out he would see muggings, car crashed, gangs and even people tripping on their shoelace. Mark began to panic as food became scarce and he had to start rationing. As the days passed and the food declined Mark began to lose himself. His sanity was slowly fading. He was trapped from the world with no food. Mark was like a tree being chopped down and with one more chop he would fall.

One fatal night Mark had lost control and set fire to a wooden table with matchsticks. Mark backed away and watched the little grow into a massive fire. He watched as the fire engulfed his furniture. Mark was lost and watched the embers fly off and catch onto other objects. He was so lost that he couldn’t hear the blaring of the fire alarm in the background. Mark was cornered as the fire surrounded him yet he continued awing at its beauty. Suddenly Mark snapped out of his daze and remembered something. An extra bit to the advice. ‘ At one point Danger will come too you and then you must escape,’. Then the axe was swung and Marks tree came crashing down. He shrieked and ran into the flames.