Madness (Completed)

Trapped

"Violet!" I hear someone call my name.
"Violet!" I hear it again, more urgency in the voice this time.
"C'mon babe... You have to wake up." Someone else says and I feel a soft kiss on my cheek. I slowly open my eyes in a complete daze.
"There she is." Wade chuckles looking down at me.
"Thank god you're awake." I hear another voice that I recognize as Jack say a distance away from me.
"Oh my god, Violet. Are you okay?" Mark asks me, urgency and worry in his voice. I feel his hand in mine and wet spots on my shoulder near Marks tear stained face.
"Yeah, I'm-I'm fine." I stammer, my voice feels brand new as if it has never been used before. I feel weak and all of a sudden a sharp pain flows through my body.
"Ow, fuck. What happened?" I ask through the pain.
"You passed out and then a hoard came out of nowhere. Mark carried you through it all, but you dropped his only gun when you passed out. So, he was stranded in a building because he didn't have a weapon to get through it." Jack explains to me, I just now notice him sitting on the edge of the bed I'm laying on... Wait, why am I on a bed? And how did Mark get out of the building?
"I tried to wake you up, but you just wouldn't. So I hid you in here and I went outside through the hoard. I used your crossbow and got food and basic supplies, but it wasn't easy. Then, the rest if the group came and found me trapped here. We've been trying to wake you up ever since and you know the rest." Mark explains to me.
"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Two days." Maddie answers as she takes a few steps so she comes into my view.
"Holy shit." I answer under my breath in pure shock.
"The hoard is still outside and we're basically trapped in here." Bob tells me from a distance.
"What supplies do we have?" I ask.
"Not much, we could last maybe a week at the most." Bob answers me. I sigh heavily and sit up on the bed, still holding onto Marks hand.
"Can we go on supply runs?" I question.
"Not unless you wanna go through the hoard again." Wade answers.
"How are we gonna get through this?" I ask them.
"I honestly don't know, we've bounced around every idea and very single one doesn't work. We figured that waking you up would be good, so that at least we can all spend the last days of our lives with one another." Wade tells me. I hold back tears that try to prick my eyes.
"No." I say simply, not knowing the meaning or why I say it.
"What?" Jack asks.
"No. I won't just stay in here and wait for myself to die." I explain my thoughts to both them and myself.
"What else can we do?" Jack questions me with a small chuckle.
"I'm gonna find a way out of here." I say, getting out of the bed and stand up on my fragile legs. When I do so my legs shake slightly and a weakness overcomes me, but I fight through it. Mark stands with me and follows my every step. I still hold his hand and I walk out of the room we stay in. There is a large staircase in front of me and I just walk down the steps until I reach the bottom. I stop in my tracks, my eyes scanning the doors and windows seeing all the nailed wood planks against them. I take in a few breaths, feeling my legs shake again from my weak state I'm in.
"Violet, you need to rest. You're not strong enough right now for all of this." Mark says soothingly, his other hand caressing my cheek lovingly.
"I have to be right now, because I'm not going to wait for my life to end. That's too boring and not how I'm going out." I state to Mark sternly.
"You need your strength for that Violet." Mark tries to convince me.
"I'll be fine." I tell him letting go of his hand and starting to walk again. My eyes scan for an exit or anyway out of here, but don't find any.
"But you're not fine, I can tell in your voice and how you're acting." Mark tells me, his voice soothing, but his words are stern. I avoid responding and continue walking around and letting my eyes wander through cracks in the boards.
"Violet, please listen to me. You need rest." Mark tells me, his tone getting more and more stern and less caring. I stop walking in my tracks and turn to face Mark.
"I will be fine Mark. I don't need to rest, how I'm going to heal is when we actually have supplies and when we can actually go outside and I can just kill something!" I shout angrily, my hands letting go of Mark entirely as I speak. Mark stares into my eyes with a sense of sadness and irritation in them.
"I know you want that. And I want you to be able to do that. But you're just not strong enough to go through an entire hoard of Eaters. Just, rest up and we can try to get supplies soon. Okay?" Mark asks, his voice very caring and loving, even though his emotions might be different. I take in a deep breath to calm myself down more and nod.
"Okay. I'll rest and then we can look like you said." I agree, restating Marks suggestion.
"Good, I'll take you back upstairs if I'm allowed m'lady." Mark chuckles, putting out his arm for me to hold onto.
"You are definitely allowed." I answer as I grab onto Marks arm for a way of love and help to walk on my weak body. Mark leads me back upstairs, being gentle and patient with me as I walk. He takes me back to the room and I see everyone crowded in the hallway near it. Mark lays me down on the bed and puts a small sheet on top of me.
"Glad to see Mark knocked some sense into you." Jack chuckles as he leans in the doorframe.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask back sarcastically.
"That you are having an interesting day and you need rest. I'm glad that you realized that though." Jack answers me, a certain kindness in his voice that calms me instantly.
"Well thanks I guess?" I chuckle back in a question.
"Rest well, I'm sure Mark will be here if you need him and I'll be close." Jack informs me, I finally let my eyes meet his gaze.
"Thanks Jack. You should get some rest too, I think we're all going to need it." I say to Jack with a soft smile.
"I probably will get a nap in, but I'll see you later." Jack says as he steps out of the room entirely. I turn my attention back to Mark who is sitting next to the bed with his eyes closed. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps or just when he is resting.
"You can sleep in the bed, I don't mind." I tell Mark, moving over slightly on the bed for him.
"I'll be fine, and you need this more than I do. You and the baby." Mark says, his eyes opening and meeting my eyes instantly. I take in a deep breath and lay my head on the pillow below me.
"I know. It's a big responsibility... And I've never been good with that." I confess, resting my hand on my stomache comfortingly.
"You'll be good with this. I know you will because you have been, because it isn't only about you." Mark states in a grim tone I haven't heard in a long time.
"Yeah, probably why I'm not failing at it." I chuckle.
"I know you'll do great with it, I know you have a big heart and you care a lot about these things." Mark tells me lovingly, his hand trailing up to hold my hand that was on my stomach. His fingers intertwine with mine and we rest them on my stomach, with a care that we both have for our unborn child.
"I don't know if I care about everyone as much as you think. I just care about you more than everyone else." I whisper back next to Marks ear, so that I'm sure he can hear.
"You do care about people." Mark whispers back.
"Like who?" I question with a soft chuckle.
"Jack. You guys were dating for a long time so I at least think you care about him." Mark responds. There is a long pause in the conversation for us to just think about Marks words. I do care about Jack, I can't deny that, but do I still love him? Does it always go back to the choice I never made? If I had actually made a choice, could I have been with Jack? Would I have enjoyed that more than how I am with Mark? I don't think I'll ever know, considering that my time with Jack was more for my own comfort than it was for an actual love for Jack. I don't even know what would have happened if I wasn't pregnant. But in a way, I think that this was an easier way to choose without actually choosing. It was like an excuse to never choose. To never go through with my promise of knowing them both and then choosing. To have some other force I didn't control choose my fate for me. I wonder what would have happened if I was still with Jack when this happened. I wonder if he would have had the same reactions he did, of being happy for me when he spoke, but broken on the inside. I wonder how damaged I actually have made Jack and how much I actually impact his actions and his mind. I know how much people take over my actions and how just thinking about someone can make you do things you wouldn't normally do. The way I acted around Mark when we were trapped. The way I just abandoned the idea of ever seeing my friends or family ever again and just trusted Mark before anyone else. The way that I didn't sleep more weeks after it happened. The way I had put myself in danger of just the thought of being trapped again. That thought still horrifies me and if I was ever in that situation I think I wouldn't survive it again. I couldn't stand it again. I wouldn't stand it again. I couldn't handle the fear and stress I went through for those weeks. It still is effecting me, the way I sleep and eat every night. Some things will never change in someone's life and will haunt people forever. That one event in my life will haunt me until the day I die.