Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

Reunited

~*Violets POV*~

I wake up with a crust of saliva on the edges of my mouth and Mark's sweaty arms wrapped around me. He suddenly jolts around and I glance at him with my newly opened eyes. He appears to still be asleep, probably having a nightmare. I grab a good of his hand and squeeze it sweetly. I lean back and let my body fall into Mark's being. He rolls lazily and curls up to me like I'd imagine a child would to a parent after they've had a nightmare. I run my fingers over his hand and close my eyes.
"It's okay... It's alright, don't worry... It can't get any worse..." I mumble to Mark's sleeping body. I slide my eyes open and strait ahead I see Jack's body lying under a blanket on the couch. I take in a breath and close my eyes once again.
"We have been through hell, nothing that happens next could be any worse." I mumble once more to Mark. I suddenly hear the front door knob being wiggled open. My eyes pop open and I sit up, still in Mark's lap. I grab a knife that had been sitting on a table next to the chair. I keep my eyes locked on the door and pull my arm back in case I need to throw the knife. The door opens and Shane stumbles inside. I sigh in relief and shove the knife in my combat boot.
"Hello, Violet... I believe you'll be relieved to hear that Ian is dead, and the compound belongs to me once more." Shane states as he walks inside and paces towards me. Both Wade and Bob enter the house behind Shane and follow in his footsteps.
"Good, he deserved to die a long time ago." I tell him coldly.
"Violet... Calm down..." Mark mumbles. I glance and notice that he's slowly waking up from his deep slumber.
"However... Most, if not all, the citizens that used to live here, are either dead or gone. It is not safe for us to stay here." Shane tells me, crossing his arms over his chest and releasing a sigh.
"So where will we go?" I ask him. I let go of Mark and slide into a standing position.
"District 6 will accept us for the time being. I spoke with the owner, Allan, and he granted it. He sent military forces to help us regain the compound, and they will be escorting us to 6." Shane explains while his fingers fidgit.
"Why 6? Why can't we go to a different compound, or even better, just fix ours?" I question him, slightly glancing st Jack's covered body while I speak. Shane sighs and glances at the body and then focuses on my eyes.
"Violet... I know it's been hard on you, but carrying his body to District 6 will not make you heal." Shane sighs in a calm and sincere tone.
"Shut up, Shane! You don't know anything about this... What it feels like..." I mumble as the tears start to threaten to fall from my eyes.
"Violet, calm down, please..." Mark tells me from behind. I sigh and fall back onto the chair with Mark instantly wrapping his arms around me.
"I'm sorry... I just..." I stare at Jack's body and close my eyes to try and act as if everything is okay; but it's not okay.
"I know, I shouldn't have said anything. All I wanted to say was that I don't believe your grieving method is healthy for you. Literally dragging him with you is not the right choice. It is weakening you both physically and mentally." Shane explains in a soft, caring tone.
"Shane, I know you have good intentions, but can you please save it for a different time?" Mark demands in a hushed voice.
"Of course... I'll be at my offices gathering a few things. Pack anything you will want at 6 and meet me at the wall." Shane states. I hear his footsteps while he walks out of the house. I feel my body shaking and Mark rubbing his hands over my arms, trying to soothe me.
"I'm sorry..." I mumble to Mark. He kisses my cheek and continues to rub my arms.
"Don't be. We lost someone who was very important to us, we're allowed to grieve about that." Mark whispers close to my neck. I squint my eyes so that they slowly open and take in a breath.
"We need to go pack, I'll meet you at the wall when we leave." I state as I push myself out of Mark's lap and head to the front door.
"Violet, wait." I pause my movements and glance at Mark with a questioning look.
"Promise me that you'll be safe out there." Mark asks of me in a hoarse voice. I nod and grab the doorknob and twist it easily.
"Yeah, be careful out there, kid." Wade adds in a slightly muffled voice.
"Yeah, okay." I reply. I take one last glance at Jack's body and then exit the house.

***

I make it up the colossal staircase leading up to the home that Shane and I own. I run my fingers over the top of the doorframe and grab onto the spare key that had been sitting there. I push the key into the door and twist it open.
"Home, sweet home..." I mumble as I shove the key into my fingerless gloves that, somehow, are still glued to my hands. I close the door and close my eyes. I walk lazily around the front room and run my fingertips over all the edges and curves of the walls. I suddenly hear the door open once more. I glance behind me and see Shane entering.
"Oh, hello, I didn't expect to see you here." He comments while he gently closes the door as I had.
"I can say the same for you." I state, dropping my hands off the wall and to my sides.
"You're here to pack, I'm guessing." Shane says while he leans against the door.
"I'm here to forget actually..." I admit in a slightly hushed voice. Shane sighs heavily and crosses his arms.
"I told you before, but I'll tell you again, while married to me, you can date whoever you please. The one thing I will not tolerate, is you acting like a rebellious teenager with me. You are my friend, and my wife. I do not control you, and I don't want to." Shane tells me, his eyes locked with mine the entire time.
"I'm not trying to forget you... I'm trying to forget everyone who has left me so far. It hurts too much to remember, and right now, I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to cry every day, or think about it, or remember everything that we used to talk about... Because then I remember what we wanted, and what I'll never have now... I don't want any of it... I want to forget him, so bad, but no matter how hard I try, I can't..." I begin to sob into my hands and shake my head aggressively.
"Oh, Violet..." Shane whispers. I feel his hands pulling my hands away from my face. I peel open my eyes and look at Shane who stares at me with sad eyes.
"Don't forget him... That's not what he would want of you, or what any of your friends want for you, or what I want for you. I hope you understand, Violet, that all I've wanted for you, from the beginning, is for you to be happy." Shane tells me. He grabs a stray strand of my hair and places it behind my ear. He then sighs and hugs me tightly.
"I wish I could be happy, Shane... But it's so hard for me to do that anymore..." I mumble.
"Oh, and you believe that life makes things easy? You've come this far, I'd thought you'd realize by now. Life isn't easy, dear, and when we get hurt, it takes time to heal. Forgetting Jack won't help you, you must remember him to grow and reflect on yourself... Just sometimes to do that, you need help and support. I'd be willing to help you, and so would all of your friends. We love you, Violet, and with some help, you will be able to grow on yourself and become an even better young woman than before." Shane tells me with his arms wrapped around me.