Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Jack's POV

Unfortunately, I only managed to get three hours of sleep. My dreams and thoughts kept me up.

I couldn't stop thinking of past events. They haunt me to this day.

I winced in pain as I sat up, a pain in my side throbbing. It felt like I was stabbed. I looked at the clock, I had two hours till I needed to leave the house. Well, at least I have plenty of time to get ready.

I quickly got up, wanting to avoid any slow, painful, movement. I quietly snuck myself to the bathroom, stripping off my shirt and looking in the mirror. There was a dark, purple bruise on my side.

It had hurt as bad as it looked. Looking at the rest of my torso, he remembered nearly all the scars on his body. Most of them from him.

Him.

Yesterday night replayed in my mind, and I felt myself get anxious.
"Shit, please not now. " I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and trying to breathe slowly. I opened my eyes again, and looked down at my body.

Disgusting.

Everything about me, disgusting.

I looked back in the mirror, looking at my face, and smiled.

That's all I can do.

Smile.

Be happy.

I took off everything, hopping into the shower and washing my body. Wincing at the sting from the wounds.

After he washed himself up, his stood in the shower with his eyes closed. Relaxed. Thinking.
Thinking about Mark. Was he really okay? He looked kind of... Beaten down? I don't know. I felt like I was looking in a mirror when I looked at him. Of course the reflection was a beautiful human being, not actually me.
I mean the emotion he looked at me with. A smile plastered on his face, but not in his eyes.

After a few more minutes, I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my dirty clothes and walked out to my room. I threw the dirty clothes in the hamper, and started putting on clean clothes. A short sleeve red shirt, and a dark blue hoodie, following a pair of jeans and black converse. I used the towel to dry my hair a bit more before combing it and topping it off with a white beanie.

I took some makeup that I bought days before to cover up the bruises that were noticeable. The bruise on my cheek, and the fingerprints around my neck.

Afterwards, after I was all done, I checked the time. 20 minutes till I had to leave. I gathered all my bag, and my phone, before I walked out the door. I wasn't leaving, no. I sat down on my steps, and waited to meet up with Mark. I wanted to walk with him to school, maybe get to know him a bit more better.

I waited.

And waited.

I checked my phone, it's been 15 minutes. Just as I was about to get up and head out, I heard a door slam loudly, and stuff fall looking over to the sound, which was towards Mark's house, I saw him.

He was on his knees, picking up papers, notebooks, and everything else that would be in a school bag.

I got up and ran over to him, immediately getting a look as I knelt down and helping him pick stuff up.

There was so much stuff.

We both stood up, and I handed the stuff to him. "You okay?" I asked, worried. Why was everything seemingly thrown out the door?