Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Thirteen

Jack's POV

I woke up feeling the warmth of another human being. I hummed softly, and lifted my head slightly. Only to wince at the sharp pain in my head.

"Morning," Mark said, his voice groggy from how tired he was. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm," I hummed softly, closing my eyes again, "Did you?"

"Yeah, but I'm a bit sore from sleep like this," He chuckled slightly. I expected him to move a bit to readjust, but he didn't.  I made myself move slowly out of Mark's arms. It hurt. My body ached. I looked over at him, and smiled. Barely, but it was a smile, "Hey..Why'd you move? You were warm, "He whined.  

"So you can stretch and stuff."

He didn't even say anything, he just stood up. I watched him stretch his arms above his head. I looked around my room. Now that I was calm and all, I could finally take in my surroundings. Sighing, I lied down again, "Mark, when do you think I can go back?" I looked at him, he's stopped stretching and stared at me, with a weird look? I don't know. "What? Why are you staring at me?"

"You actually want to go back?" He sat down on the bed again, and though painfully, I sat up. Again.

"Well, yeah. I mean that's home. I don't want to be here forever and I can't live myself yet. "

"You can't go back there! You'll get killed!" This conversation just got extremely serious. I didn't like it.

"I really don't want to talk about this.. I want to go back, and that's it," that's a lie. I don't want to go back there. I'm too scared, but I want to leave here.

Mark sighed quietly, "Okay, okay. We won't talk about it," he said, his eyes avoided me.

"Don't be mad at me, please," I moved a bit closer to him, and leaned my head on him.

"I'm not mad at you, really. I'm just worried," he ran a hand through his hair, "When you get out of here, can I stay with you?"

"You know that won't be a good idea..." I lifted my head up and looked at him, "You know that would be a bad idea. "

"Jack, please. Just for a few days." He looked in my eyes, only for a few seconds before I closed my eyes.

"Mark-"

"Jack," I opened my eyes, his face was just inches from mine, "Please. I need you to be safe. "

You don't deserve this.
You don't deserve the kindness he's giving to you. You don't deserve to be safe.

The voice started eating at my mind.

You don't deserve to even live.

I stared at him with wide eye, only to let everything sink in. His words. My thoughts words. Everything. He was lying to me. He had to. The voices were right, I don't deserve this. anger took over me. I pulled back quickly, ignoring the sharp pain that went through my body, "Why?? Why the hell do you care about me so fucking much, Mark? We just met a few days ago?! Why do you care? Why do you want me to be safe so fucking bad? I deserve everything but your care! " I wanted to get up, I wanted to get away from him, "Get away from me Mark! I don't deserve you! I don't deserve your care!" I yelled, and yelled. When I stopped, I was panting. He stared at me with wide eyes, and stood up. I regretted everything I said instantly, "Fuck... I'm sorry," I put my hands in my hair, gripping it.

"Jack. Listen to me," I looked up at him, "You deserve all the care in the world. I know you have that voice in your head telling you, you don't deserve this. That you don't deserve love. I do too. But, you need to realize that voice? That voice is wrong," he spoked, completely confident in his words, "You deserve everything positive. You don't deserve what you got at your house. You don't deserve any of that shit. You hear me?" He paused, my guess waiting for me to answer.

"But-"

"No, Jack. No buts. You deserve everything. Point. Period. Blank,"  He crossed his arms, and took a deep breath, "Jack, I care about you because.. Hell I don't even know! You just came over to me and made me so happy without even knowing it. You just, you're you. You make me happy, you make me excited for the next day to come knowing that I can see you. Seeing you like this? " he referred me being in the hospital I'm guessing, "It hurts so fucking much. To see that you're so hurt, and it hurts even more knowing you actually think you deserve it," His voice cracked just a bit, but didn't show that he would cry. I think he was just getting emotional.

"Mark, "I interrupted him before he would say anything else, "You're going to wake up one day and realize I do not deserve the care you give me!" I screamed, accidentally, I took a deep breath before continuing. Much quieter. "You're gonna get up and realize I'm not someone who deserves anything. I don't deserve-"

"Stop saying that! You deserve love Jack! I know you won't believe me but God dammit, I know it's true. I know you deserve it. Do you care about me?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"Why? Why do you care about me?" He asked me, and I stared at him.

"Because.. You just deserve care. You deserve everything. You're a great person who could do so much with their life. You're really nice to me, and though I don't know why. But anyways, you make me happy as well. There's not a reason why I shouldn't care for you. "

"Exactly. And there's not a reason why I shouldn't care for you. I'm not going to wake up one day and 'come to a realization that you don't deserve to be cared for'. You make me so happy, and I am not going to forget that. I am not going to leave someone that makes me so fucking happy," he looked away from me, closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking at me, "Please. Believe me."

I looked at him in shock. Whoa.

"If you want me to leave still I will," he said after a few moments in silence.

"No," I said, quietly. Shaking my head. Weakly I held out my arms for him, he didn't hesitate to sit back down on my bed and wrap his arms around me. We hugged each other in silence. I could tell that he was careful on how much pressure he put on my body, "Hold me tighter," I said, my voice was still quiet.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It's fine," I said, I pained myself a little when I tightened my arms around him. He did the same, not very much, but it helped, "I don't know if I'll ever believe I deserve any good. But thank you," I whispered. I felt him kiss my head softly, humming quietly.

"No problem."

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A/N Hello everyone, I just wanted to say it might be a little while before I update again. I have to take care of somethings. I'll try updating here and there, but it won't be as consistent as it has been. (Even though it hasn't even been that consistent, whoops. I also wanted to say that if you haven't read it, I am currently writing another Septiplier story with septicjes_16 called 'The Purge' it'd be awesome if you could go check it out! Also, if you don't follow that person already, you should go follow them. She's a wonderful writer, and the story that she's writing is amazing. ANYWAYS that's a long enough author's note, right? Sorry guys.
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Jake