Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

Paying A Price

I sob into my now blood stained hands and run into my mansion at the top of the hill. Even after Shane's death, I live here and this is the place I can hide from my mistakes. No one can get in here unless they have a key or break down the door. And nobody has a reason or the supplies to do either. My previously well done make up starts sliding down my cheeks with my tears. I slam my front door closed, causing the loud noise to echo through the halls. It almost sounds like a gunshot, which only makes me start sobbing harder.
"I'm sorry, Wade..." I whisper while I start climbing up the stairs to my bedroom.
"I'm so sorry..." I mutter under my breath while I fall onto my knees on the grand staircase and begin crying harder. My hands are soaked in my tears, and my nose runs an extreme amount. I sit on my staircase and pull my knees to my chest, causing my tears to begin their process of soaking them instead. Hours pass of me sitting on this staircase and sobbing into my hands and sniffling. Suddenly, everything stops when I hear the sound of a gun shooting open my front door. I stop everything I'm doing, I hold my breath as if that would hide me from my fate. But nothing can hide me, I'm sitting on the staircase right in front of my door. I slowly turn my tear stained eyes towards the door that slowly creaks as it opens.
"H-hello?" I stutter while I begin seeing the muscular silhouette of the intruder.
"What did you do?" The loud, deep voice shouts at me, the gun turned away from the door and now aimed at me. I don't know what to reply, I know those well toned arms and that deep voice that would normally comfort me. It's Mark. I have no doubt about it, he found out what I've done to Wade. My sobs get louder as I continue where I was before he came in.
"What did you do?" He shouts again, pushing open the door so I may now see his face. His eyes are red and puffy from what I'd guess is crying. His features show an anger I had only seen in him a few times. His tone of voice is demanding, stern and revengeful.
"I... I couldn't l-let him turn." I stutter while trying to look up from my knees that I had been staring at for the past few hours.
"That doesn't answer my question, Violet. What did you do?" He screams while tears start to fall from his eyes. I shake my head, not wanting to answer that honestly. I don't know if I'm able to reply, to say the words of what I've done.
"I... I..." I begin crying before I can say anything else. "I made sure he wouldn't turn." I state while my tears start going down my cheeks faster than before.
"How?" Mark demands while he cocks the gun and walks inside onto the wooden floors.
"I..." I can't finish the sentence, I can't even start it.
"How?" Mark demands again, louder and more stern this time.
"I shot him... In the head." I sob and shake my head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I call back to him while I rub my eyes with the back of my hand.
"You... You killed my best friend." He shouts while walking even closer to me. He now stands at the bottom of the stairs with the gun almost touching my forehead. I smile and grab his hand that is close to the trigger.
"Please... Please do it." I beg while I have a twitching smile that is mixed with small sobs.
"Do you remember anything about him?" Mark questions me while he wipes a tear away from his eye.
"A little... He was always nice to me." I comment while trying to wipe my eyes, but only more tears come as if it was a river coming from my face.
"He was nice to everyone..." Mark trails off while staring past me with a faint smile on his face. His eyes slowly go back to my face where the smile fades entirely.
"And he didn't deserve to die." He adds while shaking his head and another tear falling. I nod slowly and hug my knees closer since they began slipping.
"He was bitten, I had no choice." I respond while slightly shaking my head. No justification I could give would make this situation suddenly alright.
"You could have let him day goodbye." Mark shouts aw he starts to cry harder.
"He was already turning, Mark. He would have turned while giving you a hug bye. You would have been killed by him too." I explain while softly rubbing my thumb in crickets around Mark's hand.
"You didn't know that for sure." Mark replies while giving a strong shake of his head.
"But I did." I whisper softly while slowly moving Mark's thumb closer towards the trigger of his pistol.
"Stop it." Mark orders, but I don't. I continue sliding his thumb closer to my death.
"Stop it." He repeats while pushing my hand off his and delivering a shove to my whole body. I fall backwards on the steps and begin sobbing from the pain.
"Mark, please..." I whisper while lifting my head from where it had hit the step.
"Please kill me, Mark." I beg while looking up at him with tears brimming the edges of my eyes. He shakes his head softly while he stares back at me.
"I have nothing left to live for, Mark. You can own the Main District, and take care of everyone like Shane did." I explain with a soft smile. "You would do great." I comment while softly lifting my hand up towards the gun again. I see his eye slightly twitch and the gun start to shake in his hands.
"Don't do this, Violet. You're all that's left." Mark tells me while resting a hand in my tangled hair.
"And I don't even remember you! Kill me!" I demand while shaking my head against the barrel of the gun.
"We can make new memories, Violet." Mark replies while trying to pull the gun away from me. I keep my grip on it and lift myself closer to it.
"The new memories have sucked so far. I had my husband killed, a funeral to go to, a broken compound to run, a best friend to kill and loads of crying. If all I seem to remember is the worst parts of my life, I don't want a life at all." I state, feeling a lump form in m throat and more tears start to slide down my cheeks.
"Please... Mark..." I whisper while rubbing his thumb with my own very gently.
"I can't, Violet." He admits while shaking his head softly. I sigh and nod slowly.
"Wade deserved it." I state coldly. I didn't want to resort to making him mad to pull that trigger, but I will.
"And the blood sprayed all over the wall, it's still there. I won't give him a funeral if I still own this compound. I'll have his body thrown out into the wilderness somewhere." I spit my words in a tone that shows the imaginary hatred I want to show. This causes Mark's face to fill with rage and his eyebrows to furrow.
"Shut up." He orders, his finger sliding towards the trigger. I have to push him further, further than I would have liked.
"Jack deserve it too." I tell him in a louder tone. I hold my breath for a moment, expecting it to come right then, but it doesn't.
"You don't mean that." Mark whispers, his rage being held in by some imaginary wall he has.
"But I do. He didn't marry me, didn't love me and apparently I cheated on him with you so I obviously didn't love him either. And, just like both Wade and Jack, I will deserve to die and it will be quick and with a bullet in my skull. I should have made Wade suffer more, made him feel the pain of death even more than I did." I spit while staring up at Mark, watching as his fury slowly starts coming out in his eyes.
"Shut up." He spits back at me, the flames in his eyes only growing.
"I just started." I whisper while forcing a smile to my lips. His finger slides closer to the trigger and I try to push it further.
"And..." I begin again, trying to think of what will push him over the edge and finally kill me. What would make him think me useless? What would break his heart so badly that he would kill me? My eyes widen slightly, realizing what I have to say.
"I never loved you." I tell him sternly, my eyes locked to his. Mark twitches again and his finger slides along the trigger and pulls it swiftly. There is no pain, only the loud sound of a gunshot. Then, there is nothing, almost as if I'm asleep.