Hold on JackABoy

Chapter 7-Swimming Pt 2

Jacks POV

"What am I going to do..." I look at myself one more time in the mirror, I'm wearing a very light fabric black shirt with white sleeves. "This won't look normal. Maybe I could just 'fall in' on accident and just say fuck it now it's wet" I sighed and walked to the kitchen. I put my hand on the screen for handle and sighed. I stepped out and looked at Mark floating around. I slowly approached the pool and gulped. I stood over him blocking the sun, causing him to open his eyes. He smiled, "hey Jackaboy are you wearing a shirt because you're Irish?" He taunted but it was brilliant! "Yeah my skin can't handle the sun let alone these Californian rays" I chuckled hoping he'd just go with it. "You do know I got some sun block inside right?" He pointed towards the house. "Nah it's ok...sun block doesn't really work for me." (I am Irish this is true)
"Fair enough" he said and shrugged "hop in the water is nice" I crouched down and stuck my hand in the water. It felt really nice but I was caught off guard by Mark grabbing my wrist with both his hands and pulling me forward. I screamed and did a front flip into the water. I came up for air and gasped. "Not funny." I said trying to inch towards the shallow end of the pool because I couldn't reach the bottom even though with three inches to the left I was there. I felt my hair curl a little bit and saw some green drips "The Irish boy's melting." Mark said through sobs from pulling me in. "HAHAHA" I mocked while slicking my hair back. I stepped towards Mark and splashed him. Then it was all out war and we were laughing and splashing. Everything was fine and fun. "Stop stop you win" Mark said through choked sobs and water. We floated there for a bit and just enjoyed the water. "Hey I know it's kinda stupid but do you wanna play Marco Polo?" I asked. "Sure you go first." I swam to the middle of the pool closed my eyes and counted to 10
"One last thing if you leave the pool that's cheating"

I swam for a bit then stayed still listening to the water move for tiny splashes. "Mark-o" I called.
"Jackaboy!" I heard from the other end of the pool.
I chuckled and swam that way.
"Mark-o"
"Jackaboy" he was right near me.
I leaped onto him. "Got youuuuuu!" I yelled.
"Ugh fine" he swam to the middle and started counting to 10. I sat on the later technically not out of the pool.
"Jack-o" he said. I chucked.
"MARKIMOO" I screamed and dived kicking off the ladder into the water. I popped up and tried not to gasp for air as loudly as possible. I was slowly moving around when I went to push my hair out of my face. I noticed red drips. But my hair wasn't red. Out of the corner of my eye I saw it. My arm the sleeve was a light pink. "Shit" I whisper. I look at Mark he's mindlessly roaming the deep end. I look towards the house. Ughh but I can't go in I'm soaked. I pull up to see my cuts opened but barely leaking just enough to stain my shirt over time. They stung in the chlorine. It must of happened when Mark grabbed my arm. I was pulled out of my thinking by Mark hitting my torso "FOUND YA BITCH" he giggled. I quickly put my arm down under the water. I then I did the only thing I knew how to do, I fake laughed. "Mark uh I just got a stomach ache I think I'm gonna get out." I started to push myself out of the pool but my arm was vulnerable. "Jack are you ok?" I thought he had saw. I lunged back down bidding my shame. "Ye-yeah why wouldn't I be ok M-mark." I stumbled. "I-I just have a really bad stomach ache. I swam to the ladder and got out grabbing my towel and running for the bathroom. I pulled the shirt off and hung it on the shower and the same with Mark's swim suit. I looked at myself in the mirror tears pricked at my eyes from the chlorine.I stepped in the shower and decided to take a cold shower to calm me down. I poured water on my face, cold water to wash away the pool. "I can't believe Mark almost saw"
"What's wrong with me if I was fucking normal this wouldn't happen." I looked down at my arms and had a flash back.

They took me from my mum, she called the fucking hospital on me. She said they were going to take me and they did. I looked up at the clock. 1:36am. The doctor walked in. "Hi Sean, I'll be your doctor. Doctor Smith. " he said looking over my clip board.
"So Sean we've treated you for 3 wounds on your arm and you can be discharged. However because these wounds were self inflicted we want to keep you on a suicide watch, if that makes sense?" I looked at him. Suicide is was Jeremy did.. Right?
"Son do you understand what you did." I looked up at him and gulped. "I uhh I just wanted to get back at Jeremy" I whispered. His face went from understanding to curious. "And who is Jeremy? " he asked looking through is notes. "He's-he's my friend that just...k...kil..." I started crying the tears had come back. The doctor looked up at me realizing what I was about to say and his face went down into sympathy. "Oh hey hey it's ok. It's ok Sean." He said trying to make me feel better.

I was pulled out of my flash back by a knocking sound. I looked down and noticed I was sitting in the corner of the shower knees to my chest. "Jack?" I slowly looked at the door. "Are you ok Jack..you-you've been in there for an hour?" I looked around me. I couldn't tell if I was crying from the flash back but I probrably was. "Uhh yeah I'm fine I was just taking a shower is all." I hated lying to him.
"Oh well ok I'm going to go watch tv lemme know if you need anything?"
I thought about it."

"WAIT!" I said a little to eagerly. "Ma-Mark?"
I stammered.

"Yeah Jack." He sounded like he back fracked and excited.

"I'm- I'm not ok." I put my head down in defeat. "I...I had another flashback."

He hadn't said anything but I could tell he still lingered. Maybe he hated me for being so fucked up. He didn't know he was getting into this and now he's stuck with me. I feel so bad.

"Can..Can I come in?" Mark finally said.

"I'm...I'm in the shower" I questioned.

"Ok but come talk to me when you're out ok I'll be on the couch." I gulped "ok"

Maybe he was going to ask me to leave. Maybe he didn't want my dysfunction in his life.