Anthropophobia

Fear

Warning: GORE!
This chapter ISN'T NECCESARRY.

Jack' s POV:

I opened my eyes and saw the white ceiling of my bedroom. I snuggled into nothing, (can you say that? D:) when I realized, that Mark wasn't in the bed anymore. Pushing the blanket away, the smell of fresh and hot pancakes tickled my nose.
"Mark?"
Silence.
"Mark? Are you here? Do you hear me?"
Still nothing.
I stood up and put on my grey slippers.
"Mark? Where are you?"
No response.
"Mark? Seriously! You're fuckin' scarin' me! Please! Where are you?" I waited, expecting, that he wanted to scare me. But still no reply.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw, that the pancakes were almost burned. Dark smoke over a pan. When did I get a pan? Had he just went shopping? "Shit!" I dragged them from the cooktop. Now, they didn't smell good at all. Just like, ya' know, burned pancakes. "Mark! That was dangerous! Come out!" I was really angry now. "I'll get ya! So COME. OUT." I walked into the corridor and saw that the keyhole, the doorknob and several door locks on my front door were missing.
"Is this a prank? It's NOT funny!"
I was a little bit panicing now.
I looked into the bathroom. 'Ohhh! You're on the bathhub!' I tugged at the shower certain. Confident of victory. With an evil smile. But he wasn't.
Think Jack. Think.
So he wasn't in the bedroom, the kitchen and neither in the bathroom. But I wanted to know, where he was, so I tapped into the living room. The TV was on, with some dumb show about wrestling. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
"MARK! MARK! COME OUT!" This fuckin' bastard really wanted to prank me! I heard a noise behind me and turned around at cyberspeed. It had come from the right. Bedroom. I sprang into the door jamb. And paused for a second.
All of my books were lying on the floor in a big mess.(And when I say all, then I mean all...) This wasn't funny anymore. Not a bit. "MARK! STOP THIS NOW! COME OUT AND BE A MAN!" A heavy stroke on the back of my head knocked me down. The wave of pain, when something broke, seized my body. Fuck! I turned around, lying on my back and tried to figure out, who was standing in front of me. At first it was just a blurred shadow, then the lines got clearer. Mark?  I just heard dull mumbling. "Be a MAN?" He laughed spiteful. " A MAN? YOU ARE TELLING ME TO BE A MAN?" He trod on my left hand. "FUCK!"
Definitely broken.
"YOU WERE HIDING! YOU!" I wanted to sat up, run away, escape. But I couldn't: My whole body was numb.
He pressed harder until I heard the bones in my hand cracking and saw the blood splattering, red drops, leaving bloodstains on the floor.
"Why?", I whispered. Feeling the warm blood flowing over my hand. No answer. Just more kicks and punshes from Mark. I wanted my mom, here, now.
Wanted her to tell me everything was alright.
Wanted her to say me, that there weren't bloodstains and parts of bones from my hand on the floor.
But she wasn't here. Not now. "please...mom..."
He paused and smiled. "Your mom, huh? SHE ISN'T HERE ANYMORE! SHE GOT HIT BY A CAR! SHE IS DEAD! DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME? DEAD! And you weren't on her funeral! Her own son! SHE HATES YOU! SHE HOPES THAT YOU DIE!" "This isn't true! You're, you are a, a liar!" "A LIAR?"
Kick in the side. "A LIAR?" I spewed blood already. "You now what? I won't listen to you anymore!" He stepped out of the room, "where are ya goin'?", just to come back with the pan. My pupils dilated. "What, what are you doin'?" I couldn't move, couldn't scream. The pan rushed against my face, struck it and burned it. Again. And again. And again. Blood dripping from it.But I didn't feel it anymore. I drifted away to infinity. Wanted to feel warm and protected. But I didn't.
I felt cold and defensless.
Huh. How ironic. I smiled despondent. I was going to hell. Killed by some guy I let in my house.
Some guy I trusted somehow.
I was so naive.
I thought a while till I was interrupted by something.
"...hate you!" 'MOM?'
"I FUCKING HATE YOU SEAN! HATE YOU! YOU ARE NOT MY SON ANYMORE! STOP HIDING! GET YOUR PUNISHMENT!"
No. She wouldn't say that, would she? I cried. Tears running down my cheeks. I opened my mouth:

And screamed.

Heeeey! Thank you guys so much for reading. This chapter wasn't nessecarry, but I just wanted to describe Jack's fears. And sorry for the gore. I just watched Corpse Party and Final Destination 1-5 with friends. (Im still wrecked ;D)
Buuuut: Fall holidays begin tomorrow, (for you too?) so I have more time to write.
ByeBye