The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 17

I see Logan and Mark chatting, but I can't hear them. I'm currently being bombarded by question. Really. Annoying. Repetitive. Questions.

Finally I had enough and yelled. "IS IT NATIONAL BOMBARD KATRINA WITH QUESTIONS DAY? NO? That's what I thought." I sigh and push myself into the couch, seeing that Logan looked up from the phone, and I'm going to guess Mark heard it.

That made me groan, leave my phone with my brother, and run upstairs. I could hear some of my family question why I was overreacting. I felt a few tears prick my eyes and I open my computer up and log in. I scroll through Facebook for a little before giving up and opening Youtube.

I watch a few videos from Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, and Pewds. I laughed a bit before I heard a knock on my door.

I don't turn but yell, "Door's open."

I hear someone enter, and see them place my phone on my desk beside me. "Thanks." I mumble.

The other person leaves without saying anything.

After a few minutes of silence, I hear someone ask, "Katrina?"

I jump and look around. Then I look down at my phone. Which has Mark's worried face. I blink a couple of times before logging into Skype and calling him off of there, hanging up on my phone.

He picks up the Skype call, quickly. "Katrina?" I see him tilt his head to the side.

I feel tears prick my eyes. "Hey..." I say quietly.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I-I... I don't know." I sputter out, starting to cry.

"Katrina..." He says. "Is your family bothering you?" I shake my head. "Then is it stress?"

I look up at him and feel more tears start to spill out. "I think it's a mix of stress, anger, depression, and self-loathing. Which I guess you could say goes along with depression." I say, burring my face into my hands.

I hear my door open, but I don't bother to turn around. I feel a pair of slender arms wrap around me. I grab the person's wrists and hug them close to me, breaking down.

My brother kisses the top of my head and says, "Katrina. Katrina."

I almost forget Mark was technically there, until he said. "Katrina... I have to go. But text me. Alright?"

I look up at him and fresh tears start to pour out. "B-But..."

"Hush sweety. I love you. Okay? I'm sorry I need to go. I love you so much." Mark says, looking directly at me.

"I-I love you too." I say, quietly.

I see him smile before he literally kisses his camera and I feel my cheeks heat up a bit before smiling, tears still pouring out of my eyes.

Mark hangs up a few seconds later, and Logan leaves a few seconds after that, softly closing my door.

I grab my phone and throw myself onto my bed before plugging my phone into the charger. I open Mark's messages and send him a text.

T: Hey...

M: Hey. You feeling better?

T: Not really...

M: Try to sleep.

T: But that means me being alone with my inner demons.

Tears start to fill my eyes.

M: Just imagine I'm there. Okay?

T: It doesn't work like that Mark.

M: How come?

T: It just doesn't...

M: Have you tried before?

T: ... No...

M: Then you can't just make assumptions. So try and sleep. If it doesn't work text me again and I'll figure something out.

T: Alright... Night... I love you.

M: I love you too.

I place my phone on my nightstand and try to imagine Mark in my bed, wrapping his arms around me. Him telling me it will be alright. Rubbing my stomach in small circles.

I fall asleep almost a couple of minutes after that.

Time skip

I wake up the next morning by the wondrous smells escaping the kitchen. I sit up in my bed, feeling more refreshed. I grab my phone and quickly text Mark, letting him know that his silly idea worked.

I stood with a small smile on my face and pulled on some going outside clothes.

I open the my door carefully, slipping my phone into my pocket. I make my way downstairs and find Dad in the kitchen. Mom was preparing something for dinner tonight. I walked up behind them and wrapped my arms around their shoulders, pulling them against my chest.

They both stand in shock, before I lean my head down and say, "Sorry about last night. It was a stressful angsty day. I just took it out on you guys... So sorry."

I let them go and make my way to the living room. I plop on the couch and pull out my phone again. There was no new texts, but I didn't figure there would be. I mean it's only 7:00 here. I sigh and pull up Marks channel. I saw a new video had been posted so I creep back upstairs.

He was apparently recording GTA V with Bob, Wade, and Jack. I watch it and see that half-way through Mark's phone goes off with a special ringtone. Everyone hears it and Jack says something witty.

Mark just glares at him before saying something about being right back. Which the part where he was gone was edited out and showed him coming back with a huge grin.

"Who was that?" Wade asked.

"Nobody. Nobody." Mark said, still smiling.

They kept on recording the video. I could see that Mark would randomly look to the side, where I'm going to guess his phone was at.

I feel my face heat up near the end of the video. W-was I the reason he had to leave the recording? I feel so bad! Stupid Katrina! I think to myself, smacking my head against the palm of my hand.

I hear a knock on my door a couple of minutes later. I open the door and see Mom.

"Breakfast time." She says cheerfully.

I smile and walk downstairs. I wait for everyone else to take a seat and find that there aren't any open seats left. I shrug and stand at the counter to eat.

I hear meaningless small talk instigated by the younger members of the family. After I finish breakfast, which consists of chocolate chip pancakes, I hear something about the kids first day of school. How she doesn't have time to go to the bus stop, and neither does any of the older ones in the family.

Phoebe protests that she is capable enough to watch over her brother and herself. Mom sternly tells her no.

"Hey, I don't mean to interject into a conversation that's not mine, but I can take the kids to the bus stop. I mean I have nothing I need to do..." I say, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Mom looks at me gratefully. "Really Katrina?"

"Yeah. I got you." I say.

Phoebe grins and jumps up, declaring that she will hold my right hand and that Rowan will have to hold my left. I questioned why that was important before shrugging.

I got to the front door and quickly asked Mom where the bus stop was. She gave me directions and I went out the door, a kid in each hand.

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I'm tired... And will probably be the last writing before bed. I'll write more tomorrow.

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^