Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter One

A/N Hello! My name is Jack, and I'm the author here. I just wanted to say this is my first Septiplier Fanfiction. There will be depression, abuse, PTSD, self harming, and other things. In every chapter I will Let you know what could be In that chapter as a warning!

Chapter 1

Triggers: Abuse Mentioned

Sean, or Jack, as he preferred, walked home with his hands deep inside his pocket. Today had been a pretty rough day at school, people bullying him simply for his looks and personality.
Guess getting green hair wasn't the best idea in the world.

Sighing softly, he walked up the steps to his house, stopping to look at his neighbor.
"Guess we have some new neighbors," he said to himself, watching a few people take boxes inside their house. One person caught his eye.
A young man, maybe his age or maybe even a little older, tan, with bright red hair.

'I won't be the only one with this colored hair now,' The Irish lad though to himself, just a small smile.

He was debating with himself, "Should I introduce myself? I mean, we are neighbors, it would be polite," that was the good part of his mind, the bad part was telling himself 'Don't bother, he won't like you anyway. '
He sight to himself, and despite all the negative things he was saying to himself, he forced his feet to move down the house's steps and walk towards the new neighbor.  The red head. He cleared his throat, preparing to do his best American accent:

"Top of the evening to ya!" Jack smiled, cursing internally at the horrid try, but catching the other's attention. "I just wanted to come over and introduce myself since we're neighbors now. " he held his hand out. "I'm Jack."

The red head took his hand, Jack could tell he had slight hesitation, but shook it nonetheless, "Mark." He had a small smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Mark!"

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack. "

They stared at each other for a little bit, the silence a bit awkward.

"So..how old are you?" Jack asked, wanting to get to know the other better. Maybe they could become friends.

"16, what about you?"

"I'm about to turn 16. So we'll be in the same grade?"

The other replied with a nod.

Then silence again.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Jack asked, not knowing much more of what to say. Mark nodded, giving a smile.
"Sure, maybe you could show me around school tomorrow?"
"Yeah! Of course!" His accent slipped a bit, and he bit his tongue.

"Alright, see you tomorrow. " Mark said, before he left, walking back inside.
Jack turned around and went back to his home.

Something didn't seem right with that boy. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes like you think it would.

"Maybe I can finally relate with someone," Jack whispered to himself, going to his room and shutting the door behind him.

Not moments later, a glass bottle was thrown against the door, shattering.

He's home.

~Hours later~

Jack's POV

I looked at the clock, sighing softly. It was nearly midnight, and I was lying on the bed with an ice pack held against my head. I think father had a rough day at work, he seemed more drunk and violent today.

Oh well.

I closed my eyes, tossing the ice pack somewhere on the floor. I should go to sleep, but thinking of Mark kept me awake.

Something seemed wrong.

Severely wrong.

I couldn't put my finger on it.

I tried thinking of something else, and I actually started drifting to sleep.

Crash.

My eyes jolted open. I heard a loud but distant noise out my window, along with some yelling.

Female. A female was yelling.

I got closer to my window, and watched out of it. Listening closer.

It was from Mark's house.

One of their windows was open.

Though it was difficult to hear, I heard bits of pieces of things.

"You're- Disgrace- fucking- shit- live- Go to bed!" The last three words were the loudest. I frowned, I hope she wasn't yelling at Mark. Though I had a feeling she was.

I sighed, seeing the light shut off, and someone walk past the window. Wait.. Was that Mark's room?

"Mark?" I called out to the window. The light flickered on. Only to see the same face as i did earlier. I smiled softly seeing him.

At least he looked okay.

"You okay over there? I heard some ruckus from your house," I spoke, biting my tongue again to keep from the accent.

"Yeah, it's fine over here. Thanks for asking. " He smiled at me again, it didn't reach his eyes. 

"Alright, if you're sure. " I kept my smile. "We better head to bed if you want any sleep before school. "

"Yeah. You're right. Goodnight. "

"Night," I said, and walked away from my window, keeping it opened just in case something happened.