Together Through Madness (Septiplier)

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Marks POV

It's been two days since Sean got here. And he hasn't left the cell he and Mark shared.

Mark had managed to find out some information about Sean, he was from Athlone Ireland, he was 26 and his middle name was William. Mark wanted to find out what he did to be sent here.

In Blackwood Asylum there was four parts. 1) The minors, kids with traumatic experiences. 2) Teenagers with really bad anger, suicidal etc. 3) the ones that have mental issues, such as Schizophrenia etc. 4) the kind you never want to meet, the ones way past sanity. It was called, Sector D1.

Mark was originally in Sector D1, but the asylum had deemed him sane enough to be moved to Sector C1. The doctors had diagnosed him with Schizophrenia.

The sectors were in 5 different buildings all in a circle, in the middle was the cafeteria, library, work yard and the hospital. Surrounding the asylum was a massive stone fence, about 30 meters tall, topped with electrical barb wire.

Mark knew he would never be able to escape, the place was packed with security. So he decided to do something else, pretend he was getting better. He knew he still belonged in Sector D1. He hadn't gotten any better than the day he arrived, the only thing that had changed was that he had gotten better at hiding his emotions and gotten smarter. Mark knew his way around the asylum like the back of his hand.

Mark was sat on his bed as he watched Sean mutter to himself angrily every now and then. He must have a voice in his head too. Mark was curious and wanted to ask but he didn't, this kid had a fiery temper and could snap at any moment. And Mark didn't feel like dealing with that right now.

A loud knocking on their cell door grabbed their attention, both men looked at the door and saw one of the female guards, Chelsea, she was a short girl with dyed red hair that was styled into the Ruby Rose style. Her skin was naturally tanned, not too tanned though. She had brown eyes that were always watching every step you made, other than her intimidating appearance she was quite sweet, she was Australian. Chelsea had been the closest thing to a friend Mark had ever had.

Mark smiled slightly and Sean glared.

"Mark! How are ya goin mate?" She said loudly. Her voice made Mark grin, he loved hearing her accent.

"Good I guess, how are you?" Mark asked as she opened the door with the keys and walked in, eyeing Sean suspiciously.

"Fuckin great, the boss is giving me a holiday! This must be the newbie everyone is talking about. Sean right?" Chelsea asked standing by the door. Sean nodded.

"Yeah." He muttered and went back to glaring at the wall silently.

Chelsea shrugged and looked back at Mark.

"That's great Chelsea. Where do you plan on going?" Mark asked curiously. He was going to miss her when he leaves.

"Australia of course. Gonna go see me family for a few weeks." Mark nodded.

"Oh by the way it's lunch hour now" Chelsea said to us and walked out waving at Mark.

Mark turned to look at Sean but to his surprise Sean was staring right at him. Mark raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asked.

"How long have ye' been 'ere?" Sean asked quietly.

"Three years." Mark answered shrugging.

Many emotions were painted across Sean's face. Like he was having an war with his mind.

"How many people have ye' killed?" Mark's eyebrows raised as he stared at Sean. Nobody had ever asked him the before.

"Lost count after 20" Mark said questionably, he wasn't quite sure how many he had killed.

Sean nodded and went back to glaring at the wall.

"Are you gonna come eat?" Sean shook his head no and Mark frowned. He hasn't eaten in two days, he was going to die of starvation soon if keeps this up.

'We can't have that can we. We need him alive.' Dark's voice was like an echo in a empty stadium. Mark narrowed his eyes and walked out of the cell and into the cafeteria. Eyes turned to him and then quickly looked away when Mark made eye contact with them. He wasn't exactly the nicest person here. Mark grabbed two trays of food and walked back out, ignoring the yells from the lunch lady saying he couldn't take two.

Mark stormed back into his cell and almost slammed one of the trays on Sean's bed. Which scared the shit out of him.

"Ah what t' fuck Mark!" Sean asked angrily. Well, he hadn't planned to anger him. Oops.

"You're eating, now sit" Mark all but demanded pointing at the food which had almost went flying everywhere.

Sean's glare intensified and started slowly eating. Mark nodded approvingly and sat down on his bed and started eating his.

Feeling someone staring at him he looked up at Sean. The Irishman didn't remove his stare after being caught, in fact his stare seemed to get more intense.

"Are you gay?" Sean suddenly asked. Mark choked on his food.

"Could've warned me you were gonna ask that." Mark replied after he managed to stop choking and catch his breath.

Sean shrugged, "well, are you?"

Mark nodded hesitantly "yes I am."

Sean stared at him for a bit longer and then looked back down to his food and continued eating.

"So am I."

I'm thinking of writing three chapters in one day. I think I will.