Memory (sequel to robots)

Chapter 7

(Btw I'm sorry for how cringey and horrible this story is 🙃)

"What's your name?"
"What place am I in?"
"How am I alive?" Sean repeating these questions over and over made him seem like a broken record. Mark rocked him back and forth listening to the insanity of Sean. He couldn't handle it. Sky was right, this truly was the worst torture he could think of. Sean finally seemed to relax and sat down for a moment. He was restless, forgetting everything in a matter of seconds. Mark couldn't do anything.
"What's your name?" Sean poked Mark. Mark lifted his head to look at Sean. Although he knew it was pointless, he spoke.
"My name is Mark Fischbach. And yours is Sean Fischbach. You've been my husband for four years. We have a beautiful daughter by the name of Sam. All she wants is for me to bring you home" Mark's voice was etched with pain, in a hurt whisper as he talked.
"A daughter?"
"Yes. She's so beautiful. She has green eyes. We named her after Sam septic eye, your YouTube character of sorts. And she loves you so much"
"Who?" Sean asked. Mark whined, burying his head in his lap again. He pulled himself away from Sean, backing into a corner.
"Oh god why" Mark sobbed to himself. He wanted it to be over. He wanted to run away with Sean. Not this broken version, but the real him. A happy, cheerful kind of guy. The one that used to yell at a computer screen and do stupid things that everyone could get a laugh out of. He wanted to see him wearing that weird hat that he adored. Or the toque*. See headphones tucked on his head while laughing his ass off at a silly little thing. Watch him play with their daughter. Play monster with her. He wanted to see him happy and alive. Not this dead crooked thing.
"Alright play times over. You, come out. And Mark, don't you think of trying to grab me because I have another nasty shock waiting. I'll be back to discuss with you" she turned. "No-oh my god. You fucking dimwit don't touch that! No! That!" She slammed the door. Mark flinched when she did. But even with Sean out of the room, the torture wasn't over. It brewed in him. Boiling over and spilling.
After a bit, Sky returned, staying in her safety zone.
"Why?" Mark managed to ask.
"Because you ruined my life. You destroyed my mother. I tried to stop it. I really did. Yes yes, it seemed like I helped you out, but I didn't"
"I'm not following" Mark slightly un curled himself.
"You know when you brought me on that godamn road trip? You remember when there I stayed back to talk to Matthias?" Mark tried to recall what she was talking about, but it was all a blur.
"No"
"Well anyway, I threatened him that if he burned my mother, I would kill him. I had to wait though. A painfully long time while I sat here KNOWING that the sons of bitches that killed her, were walking FREE! So I attended your wedding to find out where you lived. It was easy really. Play the awestruck, awesome fangirl"
"Wait if we burned your mother, how were you with a family in the cabin?" Mark was trying to follow the chain of events.
"I'm going to just explain this incase you're too stupid to process it. One, conveniently placed cabin of a person you just happen to have known, whom, by the way did an excellent job at pretending to be one of your fangirls. Two, prop family who were actually being forced to pretend to be my parents. Three, go on random road trip with these two morons so I could save MY FUCKING MOTHER. but no. When I get there, I find that she's been BURNED just because some mother fucker decided to put a tracker back in that fucker. Boom your revenge story"
"But what about all that bullshit about bullying? And getting depressed?" 
"HELLO! I don't think anyone's home because I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU I was acting!" Sky yelled and screamed at him.
"But why take Sean? Why do this to him?" Mark was on his feet now.
"Oh wow you really are as dumb as you look. Because if it weren't for you, and if you would've stayed dead after that fucking car accident, I WOULD STILL HAVE MY MOTHER. So I thought I would take down two birds with one stone. He's damaged, which makes baby markimoo cry and weep. I mean I could only imagine the amount of pain you have when you see red eyes and someone who doesn't even know who they are" by the end of her little speech, Sky had the worst grin on her face. It was chilling.
"Alright!" Mark yelled. Sky laughed maniacally, leaving the room. The second she left, Mark looked around the room for anything he could use to scratch at the walls. There was nothing. I could use my fingers Mark thought to himself. He went to a corner so if he succeeded, he could easily conceal it. He sat on the floor, bringing his fingers up to the wall. He hoped it would work. Slowly, he dragged his fingers down the wall. It was concrete. The sound was like fingernails scratching chalkboard. It made Mark cringe as he scraped. Sure enough, a light dusting of concrete came off the walls. If anything, he would be here a long time.
He scraped until he was tired. His fingers were now rough and seeming to be loosing the first layer of skin. They hurt, but he had ignored it, now having a good half inch tiny hole in the corner. The deeper it got, the more concrete he broke away from around the edges. It would take him forever to make it big enough for him to fit. It was strange though, how he couldn't use all that strength he supposedly had. He never did truthfully. He needed to be gentle. Little Sam could be crushed, anything in the house would be a pile of junk if he had used any kind of pressure. Maybe it was just the fact that he didn't.
Mark decided to do one more thing before he drifted off. He wound up his arm behind him and readied himself for a punch.
"This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch" he whispered. With one push, and all the strength he could muster, his fist shot forward into the wall. It made a huge, cracking sound, but left a good three inch deep hole in the wall. He took his arm back, cradling his hand from the pain. "Fuck me" he grunted. It was all he could do for the night. Or whatever time it was. He had nothing to tell the time. He leaned himself up against the wall, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.