Let the ship sail! (Septiplier)

Broken (part 2)

(A/N) Hello my awkward potatoes! I know, I'm really sorry that this chapter is so short...but I'm gonna try to get another update in tonight. So...sorry! And get ready for a lot of feels...

Also! Thank you guys for giving me so many great ideas! I've gotten some punk!Jack and Twink!Mark recommendations, and vice versa. I've gotten a flower child!Jack recommendation and the idea for a Titanic AU! But y'all can still send me ideas!

I love you guys!

-Awkward Potato

 Darkness. That's all Jack could see. But it wasn't a comforting darkness, like when he turned his lights off at night and got all snuggled in bed. It was an intense, suffocating darkness; one that made his limbs feel numb and his mind go blank with fear. He could feel himself getting lost, the darkness threatening to consume his entire being; but then, he could feel something. He was faintly aware of a throbbing sensation in his hands and legs, and the sound of blood rushing in his ears. These feelings... they told him he was still alive, that he was still conscious.  

        He knew he needed to fight the pitch black of unconsciousness. He needed to get to a phone; he needed to call for help. With this thought, he struggled to open his eyes, but they were so heavy. A part of him wanted to give in to the sleep, but the other part knew that he had to get up, or else he'd lose too much blood.

 Slowly, painfully, his eyes opened. The bright lights in his bathroom made his head spin and his stomach feel queasy, but he fought these feelings and slowly rose to his feet. Stumbling and crying, he made his way to his room where his phone was. It was then, as he was about to pick up his phone, that he noticed how many scratches he has, and how much blood he's lost. The sight of his scarred arms and legs and bloodied clothes drove him into a fit of hysteria. Tears flowed down his cheeks and his body shook with violent sobs. But with his last shred of sanity, he quickly dialed 911, and barely managed a quiet whisper of

 "please...help me." before he was once again consumed in the emptiness of unconsciousness.