Crazy Like You (Septiplier)

Chapter 13

((I swear I was going to post this yesterday... My computer wouldn't let me access Wattpad :( ))

"Fischbach?"

Forgetting my fear for a moment I rush over, reaching a hand out to help him up. He thankfully takes it, rubbing his head as he stands, I can't help but smile apologetically... First time was really painful...

"What the hell was that...?"

I chew on the inside of my lip for a moment, honestly unsure of how to word it...

"That... That's what it feels like..."

His eyes narrow in silent question and I huff, letting my eyes move to his.

"To lose control.... To have a demon..."

His eyes move away this time, it's obvious he doesn't know what to say to that. Neither do I. I let my eyes study his face, his eyes slightly squinted hinting at the pain that surely still rang through his head.

"And you thought I was crazy..."

I mumble, my weak attempt at humor almost making him smile sadly.

"Maybe we both are..."

Silence stretches out, tense, maddening. I yearn to say something, but what could I say.

"You talked to him?"

I silently gulp, feeling a lump form in my throat as I nod, Mark watching me questioningly.

"What happened? Did he hurt you?"

I shake my head, though unable to speak, still fairly shaken up at the face to face meeting. The only time I've met a demon face to face was in my dreams... Even that wasn't as terrifying as being in the same room as one.

I pull away from my thoughts noticing Mark's questioning brown eyes, realizing he wanted me to speak up, tell all. I sigh, swallowing the large lump in my throat leaving it dry and sore.

"H-He... I don't know... He just spoke... Said he was here to help..."

Mark scoffs quietly, I almost smile at how similar our reactions had been.

"Help? What bullshit... How could something like him help...?"

I shrug gently, letting my eyes move downward.

"He seems better than Anti at least..."

I mutter almost inaudibly, Mark either doesn't hear or purposefully ignores me.

"Well what are we supposed to do?"

"We?"

The question escapes me, he looks at me curiously and nods, a new anger to his brown eyes.

"Yes we... We're in this together..."

I let my eyes wander downward again, unsure of how to respond.

Together? That's such bullshit...

Speak of the devil....

He called you crazy... Hell, he treated you like some psychopath... But now that it's his ass on the line...

I try to ignore him, however my hands clench into fists at my sides, and I feel the anger surround me. I tell myself to not listen to him, why would I? His goal is to make my life a living hell, a waking nightmare. Yet, his words resonated, and I listened despite better judgement.