Him | Septiplier

8

~Mark's P.O.V.~

I was so exited to spend the night with him. We were going to a movie, a restaurant then back home. I couldn't wait.

I decided to give him a text.

*play music*

Mark: Hey, when r u coming over?

Mark: Ill just come to your house

I decided to walk to his house. On my way, I saw the jocks walking past me, i dont know what dirty shit they're up to but I dont wanna find out. I decided to pay no attention to them and continued to walk to his house.

He was lying on the ground, and wasnt moving at all.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" I yell to him in shock.

I ran to him. He was bloody, had bruises on his arms and looked terrible. I shook him and began to cry.

"P-please answer!"

He looked at me and smiled. He barely lifted his arms to grab my face and kissed me.

"Heh, I know this are stupid last words bu-"

"DONT SAY THAT, PLEASE" I begged him holding onto his hands.

"Want you to know that my name is Jack, okay Mark?" He whispered with a shaky breath, like it was his last.

'Jack?'

He layed back and didnt move after that.

"Jack?!"

"PLEASE, JACK?!"

"JACK, JACK NO!"

I dug my phone out of my pocket shaking and called 911. A few minutes later, the paramedics came. They put a breathing mask on his face and loaded him on the stretcher. I cried as they questioned me. I was shaking, I couldnt help myself. I couldn't wrap my head around him giving me that kiss. It felt so right. They let me in the ambulance and I sat next to Jack.

"Im so sorry. Im so sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. This is all my fault." I whispered rocking back and forth, looking at his pale body. They we hooking him up to the heart monitor. Luckily, his heart was still beating.

*time skip*

I've been by his side for about 2 weeks now. I haven't eaten, slept or went outside much and if I did eat, it was only little crackers they had in a container in thhe corner of the room or the gross food court food. I'd lay next to him during some nights. I wanted to make sure Jack would be okay. My mother begged me to come home but I declined. It turns out Jack was in a coma due to constant blows to the head (get your mind out of the gutter) and might have brain damage. But I needed him to wake up. They're going to pull it soon, I dont know when but I just needed to see his face light up one more time.

I walked to him laying in his bed hooked up to many cables.

"Jack, I know your in there, and your still alive, I just need you to wake up."

Please..

I grabbed his hand and a single tear drop fell down my cheek, onto both of our hands. Nothing happened. I slowly turn away and look down. More tears fall down my face. I began to walk to the door but felt someone's grip on my arm. I quickly turn around to see a small smile on Jack's face and those ocean blues.

"Jack!" I ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Jack I'm here!" I said, tears of joy streaming down my face burning my cold skin.

"What I miss?" He asked smiling.

I just hugged him again.

"Jack, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, I'll always be by your side Jack, always!"

"Thank you Mark." He said hugging me this time.

Wow, what a roller coaster filled with emotions!

~Author Chan