These Icy Chains

November 20

Mark rubs his eyelids to break the crust that built over from the last night session of crying.

After having such an intimate night (no... I know what you're thinking lol STOP) with his sister—enjoying steak and watching movies—he couldn't bring himself to sleep.

Because when he went to bed, his heart was ecstatic.

But then he began to panic.

His cheerful attitude fiercely switched to an anxious attack.

His bones felt cold and rusty almost like he couldn't move, but his body found a way to hunch over into a fetal position. Even under the covers he was freezing cold.

The midnight air didn't help with his anxiety either.

Actually

It made him cry.

The gloomy darkness never changed.

But it began to show him how much things had changed. And he wasn't quite sure who he was anymore.

He was tired

Yet his eyes burned out the tears, keeping his body from relaxing.

He couldn't move, but his heart ached and yelled from inside of him—only to be a small whisper in the darkness.

"It hurts."

The aches travelled up his throat, seizing his ability to breath liberally. He felt as if he had to claw at his neck to ease the grip.

But he was tired.

And the muscles in his legs tightened, taking his attention away from breathing and more on the strains in his calves.

He hated getting those...whatever they're called. (Like when one muscle crosses over the other? Charlie horse???)

Those were to worst

"Ahah...."

He suddenly couldn't remember what he was thinking of before this.

And by the time he stopped his attempt at remembering his episode—not one—two alarms raised sudden disturbance in his mind though—one was actually a blessing.

First was his phone alarm that played Fnaf background noise, which scared the life out of him, but he and Amy had agreed that it'd get them out of bed.

Oh

Amy...

Mark made a mental note to talk to Amy later.

And the second alarm was his sister's.
He remembered how last night she told him she wanted to wake up at the same time as him so she could say "goodbye" like he was going to leave for work.

But in reality he was just going to go for a jog.

That's what he told her, but she said that she also wanted to welcome him home.

It was one of the heartfelt moments of last night.

Yet Mark couldn't help but cry. Don't get him wrong—he was glad that his sister was alive, but he was missing the

"old her"

It would seem rather childlike, but he got his sister taken away from him right in front of his eyes.