Septiishu/Amyplier Music One Shots

Miracle

Song: The Score - Miracle
//Amyplier//

Mark's POV

Trapped. I was trapped inside of my own body. I repeated everything that lead to this in my head, trying to see if I could have done anything to prevent this. But no. I never found anything I could have done better.

It all started with the voices. At first they were so quiet I couldn't even make out what they were saying. But they got louder every day. Some mocking me, some complimenting me. I went to a psychiatrist. He said I either have Schizophrenia or Dicentes Animi.

I had no idea what the latter one was, so I asked him. He told me not even doctors know that well what it is. All they know is that it starts with hearing voices and short-term memory loss, and eventually the person loses touch with reality then dies.
He gave me some medicine to make the voices more quiet.

It kinda helped, the voices stopped getting louder. But they were still there. I only started panicking when I wouldn't be able to recall half of what happened the day before. It all went downhill from there.

My friends saw me shaking or fidgeting with my hands, when I wasn't aware of it. I would sometimes go blank for a few minutes, unable to speak or move. The voices and the memory loss disappeared, but my condition got worse every day. I begged my family to put me in an asylum. After they realised there wasn't anything else they could do, they finally did it.

I lost more and more control over my body. The medicine I got slowed it down, but couldn't stop it or reverse it.
During one of the visits I told my friends not to visit me again. I knew that I was about to lose control and I didn't want them to remember me as an empty shell after I die. The next day I asked for a straitjacket.
After I lost all control, my vision became more and more blurry every day.

It had been 11 months since I started hearing the voices. I was walking through the hallways, just as always. I didn't control it, I was just a spectator.
I randomly sat down.
"What are you even doing?" I thought to myself.
"Really? The fucking voices are back?" I heard a female voice say.
"Wait who are you? Can you hear me?"
"I'm Amy. Are you the guy sitting next to me?"
"Wait. I'm not sitting alone? And how can we even hear each other?"
"Just turn your head, I'm on your left side. I have no clue, by the way."
"Like I can control anything I do"
"Oh, do you have Dicentes Amini too?"
"Yeah. You have that as well? When did it start for you?"
"About 8 months ago."
"You have more chance then. For me it started 11 months ago. As far as I've heard no one has lived longer than a year after the symptoms started. Only a miracle can save me."
"Should I change the subject?"
"Yeah, please."

"Okay, umm... Tell me something about yourself!"
"Well, my full name is Mark Edward Fischbach, I'm 28, I'm an engineer and my favourite free time activity was playing PC games and listening to music. What about you?"
"My name is Amy Nelson, I'm 23, I'm a graphic designer and my favourite hobbies were gaming and drawing."
"You like gaming too?"
"Yeah. What's your favourite genre?
"Horror. My friends call me the King of Five Nights at Freddy's."
She laughed.

We "talked" for what seemed like hours. I found it odd that I stayed motionless for such a long time. My subconscious, or whatever was controlling me also seemed to like Amy.

I didn't want to go back to my room, but I had to. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find her the next day. But I did. And so did I the day after that. And every day after that. But somehow I never got to see what she looked like. Even the nurses noticed how much time we spent together. They gave us some weird looks, since all they saw was two people sitting next to each other silently, staring blankly.

Talking to Amy was the only thing I had to look forward to every day. When I was with her my heart was beating faster. And something I never thought would happen happened. I got better. My vision got clearer. When I tried really hard I could move my fingers and toes.

A week after we first met Amy asked me a weird question.
"Have you ever been in love?"
"I dunno. I've had a few crushes in highschool. I don't really know what real love feels like. You?"
"Not really until..."

-Mark. You have visitors.
The nurse startled both of us.
Even though I told them not to, my friends and my family visited me once every two weeks.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"
"OK..."

The nurse led me to my room. I sat down on the bed. A few minutes later I heard Dr. Anderson's voice.
-I know this sounds awful, but you need to know. This might be the last time you can visit him.
-No! My brother's stronger than that!
-I'm sorry Mr. Fischbach, but he has already entered the last phase.

The door opened. My brothe Tom, and Dr. Anderson stepped in. Thankfully Thomas was the only guest. He sat down on the chair next to the bed.
-Mark... I know you can hear me. You can get through this. I might be asking for too much but please, if you can hear me show a sign.

I thought of everyone I loved: Tom, my mom, my stepmom, my dad, Bob, Wade, Tyler, Ethan and Amy. Amy.
Amy.
I loved Amy.
Everything seemed to fall into its place.
And I nodded my head.

-Doctor! Did you see it? I knew he was still there!
-It might be a coincidence. Mark, could you do it again?

I nodded again. It wasn't easy, but I did it.
-I... I need to tell this to Dr. Stein! He will be thrilled!
I looked at Tom. He was smiling. His eyes were filled with tears of joy.

After they left the room I went looking for Amy. I still didn't have control over most of my body, but I knew that my subconscious was leading me to Amy.

I sat down.
"I'm back."
"You sound happy."
"That's cause I am happy."
"Why?"
"Let me show you!"
I slowly turned my head to face her. It was the first time I saw her. She looked just like I imagined. Perfect.

"But how?"
"I found only one explanation. I love you. Love is what we needed. I haven't been in love before. You haven't been in love until..."
-Now
"You said it out loud!"
"I know! I'm... I'm getting better!"
"We can get over this disease together."

I felt my hands touch hers. As we looked into each others eyes I knew: Amy was the miracle I needed.

(Short explanation of the lack of chapters:
1. I ran out of pre-written ones
2. Writing takes a lot of time, which I don't have at all. It takes at least 4-5 hours to write one chapter.
So yeah, I might have to change the upload schedule to one chapter a week. One of my friends has the same problem. I'd give her a shout out, but she doesn't write in English and she's way more successful)
QOTD: Do you do any sports?
I used to do gymnastics, but I don't have enough time anymore :(
Bai