Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

Trigger warnings: Anxiety, suicide mentioned

Mark's POV

I woke up to the loud ringing of my alarm clock, groaning I turned it off. Man, I don't want to get up. I dreaded getting up, I dreaded being here. I sighed to myself before sitting up and getting out of bed. I was about to start with my daily routine, but then I remembered that Jack was here.

Jack is here!

I remembered last night, how nice it was to be around someone and having fun. It was great. It made the dreadfulness feeling disappear.

I walked to the guest bedroom, knocking on the door first. When I didn't get a reply, I opened the door to see Jack curled up in a ball with the blankets up to his face. It was cute, he reminded me of a young child at the moment. Sleeping peacefully, soft snores coming from him.

I moved up to him, bending down to shake him slightly, "Jack?" I whispered, only for him to groan, "Oh jackaboy," I said in a singsong voice. Nothing. I stood up again, uncovering him slightly. Grabbing his ankles and pulling him. His upper half shot up, and I dropped his feet. That woke him up, I laughed a little only for that to fade. He looked at me, and I could just read the terror in his eyes, and his breathing quickened. What did I just do?

"Holy shit, Jack, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you," I stared at him, he didn't look any better and I walked to him and bent down again in front of him. His eyes were at something besides me, and he was still breathing heavily, "Jack? Jack hey," I said softly, trying to calm him down, I went in front of him, and looked into his eyes. "Jack. Jack calm down. In right here. You're okay," he closed his eyes, and looked down. I think he was coming to.

"Don't..don't look at me," He said, his voice was so quiet. So..Scared.

"Hey," I said softly, I didn't know what to do.  What to say. "It's okay, you're okay," I hated saying that. He's not okay, "But I won't look at you," I respected what he said, but I go closer and hugged him. I could feel him relaxed just barely, but he was still breathing heavily. "Calm down, alright?" I pulled back, my hand on his back, "Listen to me, breath in through your nose, and out your mouth. " his head was still down, his hands moved and gripped his hair. He wasn't doing it, "Jack, listen to me. Breath. Control your breathing. "

"Please get out," His voice croaked, and it just made my heart fall.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm your friend and you need help. "

"Get out!!" He yelled.

I froze and stared at him, before signing, "...Okay," I stood up, I didn't want to leave him. I knew he needed someone but if he still warms up to me then so be it, I walked out slowly looking over my shoulder to still see him with his knees to his chest and his hands in his hair. Why was I so stupid? Like, I knew he flinched yesterday when I hugged him, why did I think this was a good idea?? I left the room and waited beside the door, listening to what was going on. I heard a little wrinkle of something, I couldn't explain what the noise was but when I peeked in, Jack held a small baggy with his shaky hands, what looked like a pill or so in it. He took it out and my eyes widened when he put it in his mouth, putting his head back to swallow it dry.

"No!" I called out, I didn't know what he took. Or if there was anymore than what I saw. I ran to him and grabbed his wrists, "What did you just take?! How many?!" I was a bit frantic. Okay, I was extremely scared. What if he just tried to take a lot of pills? I heard that sound of that little bag a little bit before I saw him take it. He looked at me with widened eyes, and it almost looked like he stopped breathing.