Find A Way Back To Us | Septiplier | Cause Trouble In Me Sequel

Three

>Mark<

I awoke to the feeling of my head ready to explode and someone getting out of bed.

I turned over on my side the best I could and saw a female leaving the bed. She must have realized I awake because she turned and looked over at me. "Oh, I didn't realize you were awake."

I squinted to see that she was fully clothed and had a purse underneath her arm. I made a move to get out of bed only to realize I had only boxers on. I looked at her confused. "What time is it?"

She grabbed her phone out of her purse. "Almost ten thirty in the morning."

I groaned and rubbed my face, my head still pounding like crazy. "What happened?"

"Nothing. You passed out before anything really happened," she said with a shrug.

I looked at her slightly. "So we did nothing at all?"

She shook her head. "No because a little bit after we got to the bed you passed out."

I nodded. "Well, do you need anything to get home or should you be fine?"

She did her best to smile. "I'll be okay."

I nodded again. "Alright."

She said her goodbye then she was gone. I knew that was going to be the last time I saw her.

I laid back down on the bed with the extreme urge to punch something. I was still the fucking same. I would go to the bar and get as drunk as I could to drown all my feelings away. Then I would bring a girl home and try to replace his touch with theirs but it would never work. He was all I could think of.

When his mom told me he left to Ireland, I felt everything inside me fall apart, the small hope of getting him back was shattered. All I could do then was cry and to realize what an idiot I was to let my best friend who loved me deeply walk right out of my life. Then it became to the point where I just felt worthless and pathetic that I started drinking and bringing a new girl home each time.

Majority of the time I passed out before anything really happened, which I was thankful for, but there were other times I slipped and we would go all the way. I hated those times. I pushed myself to stop going and actually try to move on but I couldn't. I found myself staying a depressed mess.

After a quick shower and two pills to stop my headache, I decided to lay on the couch to watch tv. I usually didn't eat either. I would eat something very light later in the day but that was it. I didn't have the want for energy.

I was laying on the couch barely paying attention to the tv when there was a knock on the door. I didn't make a move to go answer it. I figured it was important they would be back later or something. However, they didn't stop knocking.

For some reason, I was getting annoyed by their constant knocking. "Who is it?" I yelled loud enough for them to hear.

"Mark, i-it's me," I heard a familiar voice say. It sounded like his voice.

I got up from the couch slowly still processing the voice in my head. Was I finally going insane and I was starting to hear things? He couldn't be here was all I could think.

But I made no move to open the door, my legs were unable to move.

He knocked once more before everything went quiet on the other side of the door.

I came to the conclusion that he was gone and went to the door. I hesitated a bit before opening the door.

Then I saw him.

He was his regular small green self and the sight of him brought pain and joy into my chest. He was really here in front of me. The one person I thought who was gone forever was standing right in front of me.

We both stared at each other without saying anything. It seemed like we both were drinking up the moment as it was happening.

"I-Is it really you Sean?" I said when I finally found my voice.

He looked taken back from the sound of my voice but he nodded. "It's me."

"What are you doing here?" I asked still confused and shocked at his presence.

He looked nervous and he started to play with his fingers just like he did back then in high school. "I-I really d-don't know," he stammered. "This was a mistake. I'll be going."

He suddenly started walking away from me. I got the old memories of when he left in the beginning back in my head. I was just going to let him go again because I couldn't find the courage to make him stay.

I didn't expect him to give me another chance and I wasn't expecting him to forgive me on the spot. But I needed to know why he was back to see me.

So I did my best to call him back to me.