Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

Waking Up

I roll off the edge of the couch and hit the floor with a loud thud. I yawn and rub my head where it had hit the ground. I see small amounts of sunshine coming in through the windows and shrug my shoulders softly. I guess I could start getting ready for today now, if I'm not ready now, I never will be. Although, I don't know if I'll really be ready for what is happening today either way. While giving my head a light rub, I push myself to my feet. I wander towards my old room to get dressed and walk inside lazily. The room smells like Shane's cologne, which makes a small smile form on my lips. I'm glad I still have pieces of him lying around. I take in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of his cologne that would normally intoxicate me in the mornings.
"Good morning, Shane." I whisper softly while I continue my path inside the room and unzip my suitcase. I hadn't brought much black on this trip, I didn't think I needed to after all. I suppose it was lucky for me that I saved all of them for my last few days anyway. I pull out a dress that I had planned on wearing on our way back to the Main District. It is a skin tight, midnight black dress that I had just found in my closet when I finally got home. It has very short sleeves that only go down to my upper bicep and the bottom rests just above my knees. Shane had bought matching tights and high heels for this dress, and I decide to slip them on with it. I put on mascara, only a bit so I am sure not to overdo it. I don't want to seem like the only reason for me to be there is to be a spectacle, because I am so much more than that, and everyone there needs to know it. My next action is to run my brush through my hair, just to make sure it still looks alright while resting on either of my shoulders. I glance myself over in the mirror that Shane would always use to comb his hair. He always was so particular about that, it always had to be perfect or he couldn't stand it. The thought makes me smile slightly, his memory seems like something I want in my life still. I just hope I hold onto them and they don't end up destroying me like Jack's did. Although, I have quite a different relationship with both of them. Their way to die was also really different, since I didn't see Shane drop dead to the floor like I had seen with Jack. Maybe that sight scarred me more than I thought it did, but either way, those memories ended up being much more damaging than Shane's seem to be. I walk out of my room while still toying with the ends of my hair. It seems I've convinced myself that it doesn't look good, when in reality I'm sure it's fine.

I go out to the living room to see Mark still asleep, he looks so peaceful. His long hair falls over his face in an almost perfect way. It captures his tranquility in his tired mood. I smile softly and sit on the couch where I stare at him lovingly. Mark rests his head on his strong arms that I'm sure are having no trouble support in him. Mark's hair looks so long now, it almost reaches the top of his shoulders when he stands up strait. His bangs have grown to the point that they almost cover up his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, but he always moves them from his line of vision. His eyes are closed softly, his dreams must be pleasant and calming, well, I would hope at least. The casual, gray T-shirt that Mark wears fits him well, and bigger parts slide along his arms in a way that only makes him look more comfortable and calm. I can't help the smile that comes to my lips, or my hand that almost automatically tangled itself in his long locks.
"I love you." I whisper, almost out of nowhere in particular. It feels so right, and I'm not sure why. Suddenly I see Mark's eyes flutter open and a smile go to his face.
"That's a great way to wake up a guy." He tells me sleepily as he releases a yawn.
"I didn't mean to wake you up." I reply while pulling my hand back away from him. However, Mark gently grabs my hand causing me to stop and stare at him.
"I'm glad you did, I wouldn't want to sleep too long." He smiles and gives my hand a gentle kiss before releasing his grip on it entirely. I nod and feed him a kind smile.
"That's sweet." I mutter while glancing away, feel in my face getting hot in a kind of embarrassment. We sit in a moment of silence until Mark moves in his chair and chuckles softly to himself.
"I should get dressed, it's going to be a long day." Mark states as he takes steps away from me and towards his own room down the hall.

Mark comes back about an hour later wearing a suit that actually looks similar to a few Shane used to wear. His long, brown hair has been combed through and it looks like he cut off about an inch off the bottom to make himself look more classy. He wears a plain, white tie, which I have not seen on him.
"How do I look?" Mark chuckles while fixing the end of one of his sleeves with a giddy smile on his face. I smile and stand from the couch where I had been waiting.
"Amazing." I answer with a nod, looking over his outfit again. Mark smiles brightly while he nods and stops toying with his sleeve.
"You do too, when is Rebecca coming?" Mark questions, his smile fading only slightly.
"Soon." I answer with an assertive nod.