Adopted by Septiplier

When the Days Past *NEWLY WRITTEN*

Mark had found himself home the next morning. I went up to hug him, but he just kept walking. "Sorry hun, but I've got to record videos." I frowned. "Not even time for a hug?" I ask. He sighs and hugs me, even if reluctantly. Then he walks away. His recording room door shuts and the lock twists. I frown and help myself to my room as well.

I listen in on his recording. He sounded so happy while recording. No one watching that video would know what happened. No one would know how sad he is, how dramatic this house truly is. All they'll see Mark. And they'll think how perfect his life is. I try to play my own games, but it's pointless. My mind is thinking about too many things and gaming wasn't one of them.

I throw myself on my bed. I check the time. It was only 12 PM. I felt like it was gonna be a long day.

Long was the right word. And awkward. Jack and I ate dinner alone that night. Ate is the wrong word. I threw most of my food to Chica, who had no problem eating it. "Emily," Jacks unintentionally loud voice startled me. "Please try to eat your dinner. It's important to me." I sigh.

"It's just so hard to eat. I'm not hungry. I'm mostly just sad." I look up at Jack. "How long is Mark going to be mad at us?" I ask. Tears well in my eyes.

"Kiddo, we both said hurtful things last night. We didn't mean most of the things we said." He pauses and walks towards me. He kneels down to get to my level. Our eyes meet. "However I don't regret it. I will never regret sticking up for you. You got me kiddo?" His smile flashes.

The tears fell from the damn I held them in. I pull Jack into a hug. We both find ourselves hugging on the floor. "I thought everything was gonna be perfect when I got here. When I got to my forever home." Jacks plays with my hair. "We all did buddy. It's stressful for all of the us, and when that stress becomes to much I guess we explode. It'll calm itself down eventually. I promise." He kisses my head and pushes himself up. "I'm gonna head to bed alright? I'll see you in the morning."

I stay sit on the floor. Chica snuggles herself close to me. Tears continue to fall. I wanted it to be perfect it wasn't. Why wasn't it perfect.

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The next few days were the same. He'd record by himself, eat by himself. Jack and him barely spoke since the incident. And I watched it all unfold. Then Mark opened my door. "Hey Emily can we talk for a moment." My heart raced. I hadn't seen him in almost a week and now he wants to talk. That seems a little unfair he got to decide. I squeeze "sure," out of my throat. He sits down on my bed. I followed.

"I know I've been acting like a dick the past week and I'm sorry. It's incredibly unfair of me." I sit there in silence. "But I'm gonna make it right I promise and it'll be all good. I promise."

"Mark you didn't just hurt me ya know." I speak up. "I appreciate your apology but it's not gonna change unless you change. I want you to prove that you're gonna change."

His head now looked down at the floor in sheer defeat. "How do I fix it I ask?" All I did was point at Jack who was stood at the door frame. He sighed and got up.

I don't know how well the conversation went when he wakes away, but I'm going to assume it went well. Because the next day they woke up in the same bed for the first time in a week. When you saw it it'd put a gleam on your face. Hearing it however, not so much.