Downspiral (Septiplier)

Chapter 21: Could it be?

Dark's POV:

I thrash and yell, wanting the doctors to leave me alone. Leave the needles out of my skin! Ah!

I groan and flop down the morphine taking affect. This is not what I wanted at all! I groan and let the dumbass take his damn body back. This is no longer fun, just annoying and irritating. Being restrained isn't as fun as choking someone with my -well Mark's- hands.

After a while the doctors leave the room. I just watched Mark struggles with the restraints. Ultimately this sucks major donkey cock, I have basically done this to my damn self and this isn't okay. I had to act out...

Ugh!!! Just fuck this!!!

Mark's POV:

I struggle, why? Why did it need to be this way!? This is stupid bullshit.

'Everything was so fine, until you tried to kill me!' I yell inside my head. Trying to get Dark to listen. 'Just please leave me the fuck alone!!'  I scream inside as I just lay still. This is insane. I feel like I'm grounded. To a small room, shitty people, and mummers.

I sigh and wait for the nurses to come back and unchain me. After a hour I hear Sean outside me door having a conniption fit.

"You can't do that to him!" He yells. I can sorta see him through the window.

"I can if he tries to strangle a nurse." The doc replies.

I groan and just lay my head back against my pillow. 'This is all your fucking fault ass hole!' I think to him.

'I know idiot.'  He says groaning, I know he feels my anger and sadness.

Sean walks in almost in tears. I see everyone staying outside and then Marzia closes the door. "Sean whats going on?"

"Nothing...T-they can't treat you like this not because of Dark." he says siting in the chair beside me. "Everyone knows whats going on with you..."

"What?....You told them???" I ask flabbergasted that he would even think to tell them.

"They need to know Mark..."

"Out... Get out!" At this point I'm so angry that he couldn't keep his mouth shut! He looks at me and I turn my head as he stands up and walks away.

"I'll be at home waiting until you call me..." He says his accent taking over alittle more now that he is in more tears. As he walks out of the room he closes the door gently.

I probably just fucked up our relationship. I probably just made him think that was dark when really that time it was all me. All my an- wait... What if all of this was my fault.

My moms death couldn't have been helped but... Blowing up the way I did was no way to treat my brother nor was it any way to treat Sean.

In general, that's not how anyone wants to be treated...

I sigh and just lay there for a few hours. Ever so often glancing at the door or outside window.

"I really did fuck up." I say to my self as I close my eyes.

For a few days I watch the door with anticipation, awaiting Sean's return. To no avail Sean doesn't come around. Every time the door is opened its a nurse or doctor. I let them do what they need to. Eventually I am unchained from my hard triangle prison and I am able to move. When the nurses leave the room on the sixth day I stand up and walk to the window. Why did I have to be such a ass? I ask myself. 

For the most part Dark stays silent, mostly because I think he is done trying to screw things up. Hopefully. 

'For now pretty boy, I want out of this hell hole.' He says as i look to the mirror. I can see a flash of him. His sad face and depressed eyes. 

He isn't getting much enjoyment out of this either. As night falls I hear a knock at the door and I turn from the window. Seeing a nurse walk in with a tray. 

"Are you ready to eat today?" She asks as i turn back towards the window. Then I notice how stormy the clouds are. 

"I guess..." I say going and sitting on the bed in a criss-cross shape. She nods and leaves me, closing the door behind her. I grab the top of the tray and move it to the side. I look at the contents of the plate. A water, on the left corner, Eating utensils  beside the plate on the right. On the plate, a half of a chicken breast - seasoned and "grilled"- Green beans and Mashed potatoes. Last but not least on the right side corner; a thing of jello. 

"Yum..." I say sarcastically. Which if I was to be truthful this is probably the best thing I have had all week.  

As I start to eat the food in front of me I feel tears start to stream down my face. I swallow the food in my mouth and just push it away. "I want him to come back......even if that is a silly wish I know eventually he will go back to Ireland..." As I say this, coming to the quick realization of what I just said. Sean will be living soon and have of my damn time will be spent in here because I tried to kill him!...

It's all my damn fault... He was explaining everything to everyone else, whom have probably all left to go back to their lives by now. Why am I so god damn selfish!? i stand and go sit on the window seal staring back out the window. Now it's starting to rain and storm. I wonder how he feels right now? I know he doesn't care for storms much....  I start to think about him and how the nurses found my  phone and took it. I wonder if I asked if they would let me call him?