I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 5

Jacks pov
I awoke to the sound of Mark snoring. I smiled, noticing he has his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. But soon enough, happy moments always come to the end. I then remembered all the events from last night. Mark in the bathroom, him pulling up my sleeves, and him grabbing me before I fell. I started crying, but not enough for Mark to wake up. Worthless, pathetic, Mark shouldn't have to comfort you. Still while crying, I managed to pull myself out of Marks grasp without him waking. I stared down at my wrists, noticing that the last I cut was two days ago. Oh well, I'll be breaking that streak now. I thought to myself as I crawled from the lack of energy and food. When I got to the bathroom, I locked the door and stared at the still messy bathroom. Grabbing the razor, I went into the bathtub and stared at my wrists, I debated cutting, but then the voices came back. You deserve it, your worthless, useless, and simply a waste of space. You deserve to die. "Your right, I do deserve to die" I spoke out loud to myself as my tears mixed with the blood of the first cut. Stinging, I bit on my lip. But after the first few, it was getting numb. Now sobbing, I did my left arm. Then, I heard a yawn from the other side of the door.

Marks pov
I woke up, feeling an empty space between my arms. Looking down, I notice Jack isn't in my arms. Remembering the moments from last night, I start to get worried. "Jack?" I shout concerned. I start to panick. There was no answer. "Jack?!" I call out. I got up and looked around, and that's when I heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. I walked over, knocking. "Jack, can I come in?" I questioned, hoping he was ok. "G-go away" I heard a shaky voice coming through the door. "Jack what's wrong." I asked him, praying he would open the door. "Please j-just leave" I heard more sobbing. Getting frustrated, "Jack I'm coming in!" I told him and grabbed the door knob, just to find it locked. "Jack fücking open the door! I know your not ok!" I raised my voice at him, but not loud enough for yelling. "I'm sorry Mark" and then I heard more sobbing. I've had enough of this. I stormed over to the kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors and jamming it into the lock, picking it.

I opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was Jack sitting in the bathtub, crying. I ran over to him, sadness washing over me. He looked horrible, and I felt terrible for not being there for him. I grabbed Jacks hand "what's wrong?" When he pulled away, I saw a glance of blood seeping through his hoodie. For the second time in the past 24 hours, I ripped Jacks sleeve up, to see multiple cuts lining his arms. "Oh my god Sean" and I started to cry also. Then Jack did something unexpected. He hugged me, and I hugged back. I didn't care if tears and blood were getting on me, I knew that he just needed someone right now. That someone was me. I leaned back, holding Jacks hands gently. Jack looked up at me, eyes red and puffy, making me even more sadder than I already was. We both looked at each other, as I cautiously wrapped up his damaged arms. "Sean, you do realize we'll have to talk about this." I said, wiping the tears from his eyes.