Schizophrenic (Ipliers X reader)

Ch. 5 many feelings

Mark suddenly starts pulling his hair. He stands up and throws himself backwards, against the wall before falling on the bed. He starts screaming and yelling, "STOP!!! PLEASE!!!" Mark yells, laying on the bed while about to pull his hair out of his head. "MAKE THEM STOP!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!" He screams again. "Mark, calm down!" I say, taking a step closer to him. I want to lay my hand on his shoulder to calm him, but Mark suddenly stops moving and he shoots a death glare at me, "GIVE BACK!!!! HE'S TOO WEAK!!! DO YOU ENJOY WATCHING HIM SUFFER, YOU DEVIL!?" He yells. I take a step back and gulp, quickly shaking my head no. Mark growls loud and throws his body against the wall again. "STOP HIM!!!" He yells in fear. He bangs his head against the wall, but it is like his head is pushed against the wall by a force. Like someone invisible is standing next to the bed. "OUCH!! STOP, DARK, PLEASE STOP!" He screams, his voice cracking slightly. I see tears rolling down his cheeks. Then suddenly, Mark's head shoots my way again. I see blood running out of his nose, and slight blood stains on the wall, "you're not doing ANYTHING!?! You SLUT?!" His voce is raspy again. Mark starts crying loudly before his body is slammed against the wall once again.

I quickly throw the tie and mustache back on the bed. Mark looks down at them before he calmly rolls on his side, panting like crazy. He faces the room and just stares in front of him. Tears roll across his face and land on his pillow. Blood runs out of his nose. It is as if a demon has taken over his body. Mark's breathing calms down again. His hand slowly trails over the sheets and gently takes the mustache and tie before putting them in his pocket.

"I'm sorry" I simply say. How can a person hurt themselves like that. How can a person hurt themselves in general. I feel bad for Mark. It feels as if I'm actually starting to believe that there are actually multiple persons in Mark's head.

I shake my head and sit down at the table, being very confused. Mark is still laying there, not moving a muscle. I write down on the paper on the clipboard what just happened. I'm thinking about how it is possible that Mark is actually sharing a body with two other men. Which sounds pretty weird. I shake my head again, 'no, I was trained for this' I think to myself. 'How real it may look, it is not...Mark is making it all up. It's in his head' I think over and over again. When I'm done writing, I look up at Mark, who is still in the same position, but now he has his head lowered at bit, looking right at me. "Are you okay, Mark?" I ask softly. Mark takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, another tear rolling down his cheek. "You still don't believe me, do you?" He whispers. I walk up to him and sit next to his bed, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me. "I hope you understand" I reply, kind of admitting that I don't believe him. Mark opens his eyes when he hears me being close. He looks back and forth from my left, to my right eye. I see Mark gulping and sniffing, before swallowing some of his blood, "Yeah...but you have to believe me. I am not schizophrenic. I just need to find a way to...get them out of me." He explains, still whispering. I quickly grab a tissue from my pocket, and carefully start to wipe the blood from under his nose. "I would love to help, but I don't know how" I whisper back.

Mark sighs, "I don't know either..." he answers, "But does that mean that I will have to stay here for ever?" he asks, looking at me. A tear rolls down his cheek again. I watch the tear fall on the pillow, "I'm afraid so..." I reply. Mark immediately closes his eyes and starts exhaling shockingly. More tears roll down his cheeks. First, it looks like Mark is crying, but then it's like he starts to breathe chuckles. "Mark?" I ask quietly. He opens his eyes, and looks straight into mine. An evil grin appears on his lips, "I think you know how to make me a real person, so that I can touch you with my own body, and not a body I share with these two fuckers so that they can enjoy with me." A raspy voice speaks to me. I gulp and shake my head, "If I knew, I would be helping you already." I explain. "There is someone in the building who could help" Dark answers. I cross my arms, "If you know so well, why don't you do it yourself!?" I snap at him. Dark sits up and looks down at me. I immediately start feeling quite uncomfortable, being on my knees right in front of him. "That wouldn't work, sweet cheeks. Now do your thing and get me outta here!" Dark growls at me. I quickly stand up and walk to the table to get my clipboard. I look behind me and see Dark staring at me with an evil grin on his face, "Bye bye, baby girl" He says. I close the door behind me with a disgusted expression on my face. Mark is quite okay, Wilford is quite weird, and Dark is quite creepy. I look trough the window and see Mark looking down at his pants. I mean I see Dark looking down at his crotch. I know because of the familiar grin I saw just now. I can't see what's at his crotch area, because the small headboard of the bed. Dark backs up against the wall and trails his hand in his pants. He leans his head back against the wall and starts feeling around a little bit.

I don't know why, but I can't stop looking. Maybe it's because Mark is so handsome...'And with that Dark and Wilford too' Or maybe it's because I haven't had...haven't made love in quite a while. I never really had a problem with it, until now. I now realize how bad I actually want it again. I see Dark licking his lips before biting his lower lip. He tilts his head back and bites his lip harder. His hand moves faster in his pants, as if he's almost finishing. But then suddenly, I see the almost-orgasm-face disappear and apace of terror looking down. Dark quickly pulls his hand out of his pants and starts talking, looking like he's in great shock. I'm assuming that this is Mark again. I stand on my toes and see the bulge in his pants, making me bite my lip. 'oh, how bad I want to walk in right now...' I think to myself. Mark's innocent face disappears again, and he starts biting his lip again. I'm assuming Dark is back now. He quickly continues pumping his member. Dark's lips start moving. I take a step closer to the window and see him mouthing the word 'camera'. I gulp, remembering I can all watch this later with an even better view. I shake my head, 'gosh, I'm such a perv' I think to myself before running a hand through my hair. I glance back at Dark who is breathing really fast. His back arches and his pants are undone, and a little lowered. I see his member sticking right above the small headboard. I watch his cum drip down his member, a little trail running on his hand. I press my lips together and quickly walk out, quietly closing the heavy door behind me. I feel myself pooling in my panties.

'Oh goodness...'