Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Fifteen

Trigger Warnings: Flashback of the rape. 

Jack's POV

1 week later : Friday

After the kiss we had a week prior, it's been different between me and Mark. The atmosphere between us as changed and...It's my fault. I guess I was consumed my fear. I was scared that our friendship would be over when romantic feelings got involved.

I was scared of everything.

During this week, my father had came to see me once. It was a weird experience, he wasn't drunk and he acted nice in a way, He wasn't calling me names, putting me down, and most of all, wasn't hitting me. This was my first time seeing him like this since we left Ireland. I had a feeling though he was only like this purely for the fact he was in a hospital, where if he tried to do anything he would get caught and more than likely sent to prison.

Right now I was alone, still in the hospital. It was apparently a lot worse than I thought, but on a good note, I was being discharged today. I had to be put on strict rules though, I couldn't do any physical activity, I had to be careful of what I did, and some others. I was still in a shit ton of pain, but I would be fine. I guess. I don't know. Physically, I'd be fine. Mentally? Not so much. Every night, I've had nightmares. Not just the normal ones I usually have, no. They're about what dad's friend did. When I wake up from them, it's a constant state of panic. I think it's happening again, and it feels so real. It feels like it's happening again, and it freaked me out.

Unfortunately, when I wake up in that state of panic, Mark isn't there. He had to go to school of course, but always afterwards he'd come and visit me, bring my school work, and yeah. It was nice of him. It really was. It was nice to have someone there with me, but now I'm not sure how I feel about it. I get the nonstop feeling of anxiety, especially at the time that Mark is supposed to come.

I've realized that I'm depending on him, and I don't know what to do.  I have two things to pick between. Either completely distance myself from him, or continue on letting myself depend on him for my life. That wasn't a healthy lifestyle, I knew that. But it felt right. Sort of. Whatever, I didn't want to think of this right now.

I waited for the day to pass, when Mark would get off of school and come meet me at the hospital to walk me home. Which should be any moment now.

Within twenty minutes, a knock was on my door, and in came my red headed friend. I smiled faintly, and stood up slowly. I was able to finally change into my clothes, and out of this terrible hospital gown.

"You ready to leave?" He asks me. I hesitated a little, before nodding, "You okay?"

"Yeah.." I said, inhaling deeply, "I'm a bit anxious, but it's okay. "

We both walked out, already having the okay from the doctors that I could leave. We had the discharge papers and everything.

We were walking a bit slowly, I knew I was just wasting time in order to in a way avoid going outside, but I knew I had to. I didn't know if I was making it obvious that I was internally freaking out, knowing me I was, but Mark grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I could feel my body relax a little, but the panic was still there. With Mark holding my hand, we had picked up the pace just the slightest. 

When getting outside, it was sprinkling just the slightest, which was good. For me at least. I mean, it wasn't that sunny, but even then I still needed to squint my eyes just the slightest until my eyes adjusting. I squeezed Mark's hand, and I felt the panic increase in me.