Nightmares Map Reality (Markimash) [#Wattys2015]

Chapter 10- Broken Promises

The silence is what kills me, I need someone to help me.

Marks POV
Over the course of the following days still perplex me. Aaron was quiet, ignoring eye contact, and kept to himself. Whenever I'd enter the room, he found something to pull his attention elsewhere.

Is he angry, or is it still just him recovering?

I'm probably just being paranoid. He hasn't seemed to need the pills that the doctors gave us, so I put the bottle in the bathroom cabinet, without telling Aaron. Something about the bottle gives me déjà vu, but this has been an odd week so I ignore it. I've been sleeping on the couch ever since I arrived because at about 8 every night, Aaron closes himself in his room until noon the next day, and it's concerning me. He doesn't go online anymore but I'm not rushing him to: he just needs time.

I walk into the living room and see Aaron staring off into space, facing the currently off television screen.
"Aaron?" I asked, pulling him from his trans-like state to look at me disgruntly, "do you want something for dinner?"
His solemn look turned to one of udder disgust and he stood from the couch.
"No, I'm fine." He said as he walked out of the room, down the hallway, and out of sight. Before I could protest, I could hear a door slam, presumably his bedroom's.

What had I done?

It has been like this for nearly a week now, and he won't talk to me about it.
His appearance varies nowadays: some days it's a t-shirt and jeans, and others, it's a hoodie and sweatpants. I haven't had a glimpse of his scars since at the hospital, and I doubt he wants to show me any time soon.
I'm so worried for him.

Aaron's POV:
This week has been so hard to get through. The one I love won't talk to me about his feelings, and I just can't look at him that same anymore. After what he'd said at the hospital, I only want to be near him, and that's why I can't. As much as it hurts to be apart from him, it hurts too much to have his act linger.
I have felt so stuck ever since I left the hospital last week. I'm not getting anywhere in my relationship with Mark, I haven't been on youtube in ages, and there's no way of getting around it.
After I left the living room I wandered to my room to be alone, like I belong. Mark doesn't deserve how I've treated him but I can't change how I feel.
While walking down the hallway towards my room, I stopped to notice the lights on in the bathroom. I didn't understand what came over me, but I detoured into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
The mirror currently showed horrors of a pale, and skinny man, with emotionless eyes. Upon seeing my reflection, I was so appalled I almost began to cry: again.

What had I done?

Bored, I aimlessly opened the cabinets to search their inhabitants and come to find a new treasure inside.

A bottle of Melatonin?
Why do we have this?

The trash bin, next to the sink contained a small bag with my name on it, from the hospital.

Is it because of the accident?

After thoroughly reading the bottle, I placed it back on the shelf and close the cabinet door.

At least I have an easy exit.

Maybe I should ask him. I don't know.
Before I could make up my mind, I opened the bathroom door to see a sad, broken down, and disheveled looking Mark. His eyes were glossy and his face was a pale pink, indicating that he'd been crying; his hair was a mess, and his right hand was raised, due to him previously braced to knock. Mark's mouth was slightly open, most likely because of the surprise and also of his urge to speak.
"Uh, erm." He struggled to find the words, "Aaron?"
My full attention was at him; by this point and I tried to put my previous transgressions behind me but they held on.
"Yes?" I asked, sounding more agitated then I'd intended.
Mark began stuttering when a stray tear fell down his cheek and he began to speak again. It hurts so much to see him like this.
"A-Are you okay?" He asked looking at the ground, as if ashamed. "Y-You never talk to me anymore, and I-I just..."
"Mark-" I said, awfully loud, pulling his attention abruptly from the ground and to my face. "I'm fine." I said, calmer.
I hate this tension between us. He nods and turns to walk down the hallway but I decide to go for it. I decide that whatever has happened didn't matter at this moment. What mattered was the fact that I have hurt him more than a simple bandaid could repair.

I hurt him.

My hand grasped his wrist and I pulled him back and into a tight hug: he hesitated at first and then quickly returned the favor.

Marks POV:
Hugging Aaron for the first time since I'd arrived was the best feeling I've ever had, and I think I'm going to tell him soon how I feel. He has recovered so much in his own ways, but I'm still hesitant because I like him so much and I don't see that the mood is quite right. When he rolls his eyes, ignores me, or even glares at me, it's as if he rips my heart out, and stomps on it every time.
As much as it pains me, I can't help but feel as if I deserve it.

I feel as if I hurt him.

Aaron's POV:
We hugged for about a minute when I finally spoke.
"Thank you." I whispered into bold shoulders.
"For what?" He asked, sounding flustered.
"For everything." I said, letting go of him and standing back to look at his face. His features showed confusion and concern.
"Of course." He said looking into my eyes, then glancing at his watch. When he saw the time, he grew distressed, and a bit sad.
It was 8 o'clock.
At 8 every night, I sit in my room staring at my scars, and adding new ones to the canvas, as the sweet melody of sorrow filled sobs surround me: mine.
Mark had, by now, grown accustomed to my routine and did his best not to bother me, although he doesn't know what I'm truly up to.
"Are you going to bed?" He asked, putting his watch down and looking at me once more, stepping back as if he already knew my answer.
"I-" I began but was stopped by a sudden nauseous feeling in my stomach and before I knew it, I was laying on the floor. The hallway went fuzzy but I could still make out a figure standing over me, and the sound of muffled hollers.

Mark's POV:
Aaron was mid sentence when abruptly he collapsed on the floor: his knees must've locked up and he fainted.
"Aaron? Aaron!" I yelled, quickly rushing to him.
His eyes were sealed and I hastily picked him up in my arms. I ran to his bedroom and lied him down on the red sheets with the combination of quick breathing and paranoid conclusions on my part.
"Aaron?" I asked, my hand brushing the hair out of his eyes as they fluttered open.
"I- I'm fine, just tired." He whispered, as I removed my grip on his waist.
"Are you sure?" I asked, standing to leave. I don't wish to bother him if he really is fine.
"Yes, sorry." He replied as I began to walk towards the doorway.
"okay," I said, being interrupted by Aaron speaking.
"Mark please-" he began as I pivoted on my heels and looked at him sitting up, "wait."
"What?" I asked, walking back to his side.
In the distance, as if gods were rioting, rumbles erupted from the grey heavens and the pitter-patter of small droplets fell to the valleys below.
"Stay with me." He said, scooting over to give me room in the warm bed.
"O-Okay." I said, sitting, and then lying down next to my crush.
He was facing away from me and soon enough his breathing slowed, indicating that, most likely, he was sleeping.
My arm went around him and pulled him close to me.
"I love you." I said, drifting off into distressed and uneasy sleep while the distant storm inched closer and closer as time flew by.

Still not knowing what the future had in store.

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If you didn't catch it, that last line was a quote from Chapter 2.
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