Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

Mark

Later on, when I finally get home from the whole day with Rebecca and taking everyone's deepest condolences, I take in a deep breath and exhale harshly. When I walk inside, I lean down and pull at the strings on my combat boots before kicking them off.
"How was the funeral?" Mark asks before I can even look up and realize. that he sits on the couch that I slept on the night before.
"Tiring, I'm sure Shane's will be worse." I respond while releasing a heavy sigh and guiding my body to sit next to him.
"You're probably right." Mark sighs with me and turns his head to face me.
"His com went off today." He adds while he looks at the small device my husband used to always carry that now sits on a coffee table in the middle of the room.
"Who was it?" I question curiously, most people know he's dead by now and have contacted me in his place.
"My friend Wade." Mark tells me. I have small memories of this Wade, slowly I've been getting things back. I remember his arms holding me in an embrace, and his kind voice called me "kid." I also have a small memory where I explained how I felt like I was drowning and he told me to swim. From what I can remember so far, he seems like a kind person.
"What did he say?" I question, suddenly returning to my serious expression. He may not know that Shane is dead, I'm not sure how many citizens of districts actually do know so far.
"He said that the Main District was officially given to you yesterday. Some district leader went to tell everyone there. I think his name was Zen or something." Mark explains while giving me a small nod.
"Zachary Zen, he owns a justice district. He deals with the court and order system, he officially gave Shane the Main District in the trail." I tell Mark. He responds with a nod and leans back into the couch.
"He also said that they would be getting transported to the funeral tomorrow. Zachary told them personally that he read their records, and it said that they were friends with us, so he's giving them cars in the morning." Mark explains, his eyes locked with mine through the entire conversation.
"Good. I'm sure Shane would love the attention, and the honor of all his friends being there." I smile softly to myself and tangled my fingers together in my lap.
"I'm sure he would. Shane was a great guy, and honestly, I know everyone is gonna miss him." Mark sighs and makes his posture just slightly better with him sitting up.
"Yeah... You're right." I nod and feel a lump forming in my throat. I try to make it go away my clearing my throat, but it stays. It feels almost unbearably painful, and I shake my head hoping it will just go away.
"Sorry, I have to go." I get up from the couch and quickly step towards the bathroom where I stumble down to the toilet. Then, vomit spills from my mouth and I squeeze my eyes closed from the pain of it. Once it all feels like it came out I take in a deep breath and slowly flutter my eyes open. I see spots of red and dark browns floating in front of me. I place a finger in my mouth and pull it out to see it covered in the hot, thick, red substance which can only be blood. Suddenly, a wave of pain goes through my body and it just gets more painful as it goes up my spine and stops in my skull. I squeal from it and accidentally hit my head against the wall, only making it worse. I scream and place my hands on either side if my head. Images of me running, carving thing in trees, giving strong embraces, tears matched with smiles. I suppose these are memories I had forgotten. I then see my stomach being much larger than it is now and my body struggling to go up the staircase that leads to Shane's mansion. I remember screaming as Josh pushes a needle deeper in my arm and presses metal to the sides of my head almost like my hands are now. The images are vivid, and so is the pain that I feel that causes me to let out squeaks of pain and clench my eyelids shut.
"Violet? Are you okay?" Mark's voice comes from the doorway along with his loud, quick footsteps. I try to calm my screaming and try to get my words out to him in a response, but it doesn't seem to work. I feel his warm hand on my shoulder as Mark pulls me onto his lap and he embraces me. I slow my breathing and put on a smile feeling this suddenly familiar feeling of Mark holding me in his arms.
"Mark..." I whisper his name as I take m hands away from my head and wrap them around him.
"Mark." I smile brightly and tangle my fingers in his dark hair. Mark nods slowly in response and keeps his arms wrapped around both the upper and lower part of my back.
"Yeah, its me." Mark whispers back as he softly massages my back with his fingertips. I softly plant a kiss on his cheek and bury my face in his neck.
"I remember you." I mutter into his warm skin. His grip on me almost doubles as if he could pull me even closer than we already are.
"I'm glad." Mark replies, his happiness showing through his deep voice. I stay silent for many more moments, just enjoying his company and hearing the pulse in his neck going steadily. It is calming in all honesty, and I adore it.
"I'm so sorry that I forgot since you have done so much for me." I explain, slightly backing out of our tight embrace. I taste the metallic substance of blood still on the sides of my mouth and I cough slightly from it.
"Don't apologize, it isn't your fault. Are you okay now?" He questions me with concern replacing the happiness in his voice. I wipe what little blood had dripped from my lips and I smile softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply while looking towards the wall and letting out a heavy sigh.