To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

Someone knocked at the door, I was a little dizzy from cutting myself so I couldn't fully process who the person could have been that knocked on the door.

Then I thought about this Situation, I stood here while Blood was dripping down my arms and while someone was knocking on the door. How was I supposed to cover this mess up so that I wouldn't get caught I thought to myself. Then I heard it, Another even louder knock. "Are you okay Jon? Could you please open the door?" The person behind the door asked. From the voice I could tell that it was Mark.

"Uhmm...yes, just give me a second please." I stammered out in fear of drawing to much suspicion to myself. I felt the Adrenaline rushing through my body which led me to quickly rinse down my arms with water, drying them up and bandaging them before I rolled down my sleeves. I was still bleeding out from the cuts that ran deeper, but what was I supposed to do against this?

Then I put away the cleaned up razor, flushed the toilet to make it seem as if I was just using it and not doing something else before I unlocked the door and opened it. After opening the door I imidiently faced Mark who was not only confused to why I was taking so long but also worried about me.

"Jon, why were you taking so long to open the door? And what exactly were you doing in there for so long so late in the night?" He asked me and waited patiently for a response. "Oh, uhm....I wasn't feeling so good. My stomach was hurting, I was searching for medicine." I lied to him and gave him a reassuring smile.

Still it seemed as if Mark wasn't believing me, he stared at my body up into my face and looked into the bathroom as if he already knew what I had done. I wasn't sure if the blood was showing through my sleeves, so I tried to hide my arms behind my back. "I won't bother you anymore Mark, I am sorry for taking to long." I apologized and wanted to return to my room, but Mark blocked my way by leaning himself into the doorframe of the bathroom.

"You are acting very strange Jon. I don't know what you are hiding or why you are hiding something away from me and Eduardo, but I just want to tell you that you can talk with me if something is bothering you. As I had already told you I wasn't the nicest person to you in the past, but after the situation with the hospital I opened my eyes and value you now more as a person and as a friend, you have to believe me when I tell you this. You were always there for me and Eduardo and I want to return this. I want you to see me as a friend and not as a bad guy anymore to wich you can open up to." He told me with kindness in his voice.

I didn't knew how to react to what he had just said, but even before I was able to make up some fitting response, I saw that he was looking behind me at a spot of the floor from the bathroom with shock. I turned my body and followed my gaze to this exact spot and then I saw it as well, there was blood.

"Is this blood?" Mark asked and pointed to this spot now with a mix of concern, confusion and terror in his voice. "Yes it is, my...nose....it was bleeding." I responded quickly but sounded nervous while doing so. "I thought that you said that your stomach was aching, why haven't you told me this? And why were you sounding so nervous all of a sudden?" Mark asked and this time he didn't waited for a response.

"Tell me the truth Jon. What were you doing here for so long, I heard that you were whimpering in here." He now demanded an answer as his voice grew more serious. Then the realization hit him before I was able to make up more excuses and he demanded something from me that left me breathless for a moment. "Show me your arms Jon." He demanded with his arms crossed as I stood there and felt the color in my face draining away.