~Jack's P.O.V.
Mark carried me to the hospital instead of calling the ambulance. He got scared and thought that they will take too long. I dont want him to help me. I need to do die. If I don't, i can't escape. No one can help me..no one can save me from this awfull race. Not even Mark because there's a consequence and if the consequences keep happening, I will never be able to take it. Its not fair, why must I always get saved only to be broken again? Im sick off everyone telling me that I'm worthless. Ive been told that all my life. I just want to die..
~Mark's P.O.V.
When we arrived, Jack was taken to the emergency room. I paced back and forth in the waiting room.
'What could be wrong with him?'
'Did I do something wrong?'
I kept pacing around until the doctor came in.
"Hello Mr..."
"Fishbach, Mark Fishbach."
"Ah, yes of course. Well, your friend Jack has a few bruised ribs and a slight concussion from the intense blows to the head so Be gentle with him when you get in. His room is room 237."
"Thank you sir." I said heading to his room.
When I found his room I opened the door and saw him lying in bed facing the wall away from me.
"Hey Jackababby."
"Mph. Hi."
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing Mark, I'm fine."
"Jack tell me what happened."
"No Mark, drop it right now."
"Why wont you let me help y-" he quickly turned around and yelled.
"I don't need to be helped! I dont need help, I need to be left alone."
"But I dont want you to tear yourself down! Your my priority and I want to-"
"Mark you can't save me, and you never will."
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FanfictionMark is new to a school in L.A. He is absolutely oblivious to what people he will find (Jackaboy, of course) and his ex. Jack is almost over the limit with depression. Almost. Jack's mother died from suicide and his father drinks to forget his probl...
