The Broken Places (Septiplier)

3) Breathe

BIG WARNING, THE VIDEO HAS DANIEL IN IT.

Quick A/N this video is NOT mine, here is a link to the channel I got it from: 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVDKl8h_B5adtmxhNmwXoPg
I just thought it fit what Mark was feeling really well. 

I also hope you enjoy this! 

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Mark felt heavy, like he was swimming in sand. His entire body ached to the point he didn't know if he would be able to move without throwing up. Nothing in him felt alive or okay or any semblance of human. Joey was dead and the world was cold and all he could think was hospital rooms and the smell of bleach and a machine that should be beeping but wasn't. The empty, hollow ring of the flat line was echoing in his head. And he was running, Joey was there and he knew if he could run fast enough he could just get to him. If he could outrun the god awful sound of the flat lining machine he could save him. He could save Joseph and everything would be okay. But he was moving in slow motion, his body dragging and contorting, as if he was being pulled into a black hole. He wanted to scream but when he tried nothing came out and the blackness was coming to swallow him, crashing over him like tidal wa-

"Mark!" 

The sharp exclamation jerked Mark from his stupor, causing him to tumble from the couch. Jack was kneeling before him, a worried expression on his face. He held what seemed to be a cup of coffee in one hand and Mark could see a plate of food on the coffee table behind him. His eyes were hazy for a long moment before he forced them to focus, guilt pooling in his gut at the expression on Jack's face.

"You were screaming for Joseph, is everything okay?" Jack asked worriedly, setting the cup aside to push back Mark hair. "Okay, stupid question. I know you're not okay, and that's okay. I'm sorry you had a bad dream, but I'm here. I'm not going to tell you it's going to be okay, because it isn't. At least, not for a while. But I'm here Mark, okay? I'm here and Matt is here and Ryan and Matthias and a whole world of people who love you. You're not alone." Jack's voice trembled, his lip quivering as he fought back tears. He hated seeing Mark like this, he hated seeing his friend so broken. "And it will be okay."

"Jack, stop." Mark's voice was low and he pushed the green haired man back. "Stop pretending you know how I feel."

He sent Jack into the table, upsetting the plate of eggs and toast onto the carpet. A small moment of regret flashed through the anger.

"But I do Mark, I know what it's like and I how how bad it hurts and how you feel like you're alone. But you're not you-"

"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! I AM ALONE! NO ONE FEELS THE WAY I FEEL AND NO ONE HURTS THE WAY I HURT BECAUSE I LOVED HIM! I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND NOW HE'S GONE AND I AM SO EMPTY AND BROKEN THAT I WON'T EVER BE WHOLE AGAIN!" Mark was screaming now, Jack's shirt balled in his hands as he shook the taller man. He didn't remember doing any of this, but it was happening. "All the places in me that he made whole are broken now. I'm nothing but broken places and faded memories and the remnants of what was once a man. You couldn't possibly understand. It's never been you. You couldn't know how it feels. Because you spend all your time, you put your energy into them, YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM, and then what happens?! THEY JUST GET TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU! AND IT BREAKS YOUR HEART!" He was gasping by this point, the tears falling freely. "You think they're gonna save you from yourself and then they break your heart! AND IT EMPTIES YOU! IT EMPTIES YOU TO THE POINT WHERE YOU AREN'T YOU ANYMORE AND YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHO YOU WERE; THEY WERE  YOU AND THEY ARE GONE AND NOW SO ARE YOU! "  He shouldn't be screaming at Jack, Jack was his friend, he loved Jack. But he couldn't make himself stop. "It leaves you something you can't even recognize anymore. It leaves you sobbing and crying and unable to breathe because they were your air and now you're suffocating without them."