Into My Arms ○Septiplier○

Chapter 1

[Jack's POV]
I hated Mark. That smug look on his face every time I passed him in the hallway. His burning red hair that shaped his face so well. The thought that he was the realization I was gay.

My family treated me as if I didn't exist. My mother beat me some nights. My father ignored me. My brother told everyone at school to stay away from me, and spread rumors that I hurt people.

I stopped eating a month ago. It's amazing how fast my appetite for food went away. I never had any lunches. My parents refused to give me money and I lost my job thanks to the rumors.

I wore long sleeves for a reason.

It was weird when one day, I was approached by Mark. Of course my heart beat fast. My hands balled into fists as they got sweaty.

"Hey Sean." He had a smile on his face and I didn't know why. His warm voice filled my ears, and I was given bliss as he spoke the name I hadn't heard in a month. But I couldn't let one word control me like that.

"Please. Call me . . . Jack." I managed to squeak out. I didn't want to meet his gaze so I watched the floor.

"Alright Jack. I just wanted to ask a question." Oh god. Here comes the question I never wanted to hear from Mark. "Why is it that you don't look like you couldn't hurt a fly?" I blinked. That wasn't the question I was expecting. I was bracing myself for the 'why are you so stupid, weak, a monster' question– but this was unheard of.

I brought my face up to look at his. His smile didn't even falter. Not once. How am I even supposed to respond to that. Do I just say; 'oh I've given up on life so I'm thinking of slowly starving myself to death' or 'the only way to remind myself that I'm not completely numb to things is by cutting myself'?

I honestly didn't know what to say. My mouth just hung open. He grabbed my arm and I was too weak to pull away. He turned to his friends that were watching.

"See guys. This guy can't do any damage." He repositioned his had on the middle of my arm. My sweatshirt immediately deflated in that spot. It looks like he wasn't expecting that.

"Oh my. You are really skinny." He went to pull up my sleeves but I managed to get my arm away quick enough.

"Umm... I'm sorry b-but I have to go." I left the hallway out the doors of the school. Oh boy, that was a close one.

I'm not sure if I want to go home. My mom is probably drunk out of her mind. I don't want to get beat today, but I know if I sleep outside it'll just be worse when she notices I never came home. I decided to just walk in.

"Fag." There it is. My new name that should just be scribbled all over my birth certificate. I could hear my mom dragging her body along the wall. I turned to see her with a Jack Daniels in her hand. "Your father came in late last night again. He's already left as well. How could you do this to us. You made your father love someone else. We used to be so great before you. I wish I never birthed you." She came over and kicked my leg, causing me to fall down. "I love him more than anything. You. You worthless peace of shit." She continues kicking me in the stomach as tears filled her eyes. My stone face must have made her even more angry. But she's done this so many times, I just go numb. The only thing I can feel is the cold razor blade that I broke off of a dollar razor I bought a long time ago. I felt it's sharp edge bring a blast of adrenaline through my body. It was addicting. I cut more and more, all around my arms. It was hard though. I cut so many times this past month that I'm starting to bleed less. I'm so pale and thin. It will only be so long before people will start to see the change.

I cleaned up my mess in the bathroom, and hurriedly made it to my room before anyone saw me. I could smell the tangy skunk like aroma coming from my brothers room.