I stared in front of me. My breathing got faster and I started wheezing. I began to scream. I couldn't move, I felt if I would move my feelings that have built up would rip everything in my way like a tornado. I had to move, I had to get help.
I shook as I tried to get Jack down. I stood up on the same chair he used. I unhung him but he slipped through my arms with a loud THUMP as he fell on his side. I sobbed. And cried. It's too late now.
I struggled around in my pocket to get my phone. With every breath I took I screamed. Tears filled my eyes as I dialed 911. Almost instantly someone picked up.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"PLEASE HELP ME, I-I-I FOUND MY BOYFRIEND HANGING AND I NEED HELP PLEASE!"
"Okay, can you tell me your location?" She asked as I told her the information. I was breathing heavily as she kept talking.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"M-Mark."
"Okay, Mark, I need you to calm down. Is there any sign of life from him? Is he moving or breathing at all?"
I looked over to Jack. His face looked pale, souless. His eyes dull, no life behind them and staring back at me as I kept crying.
'This is all my fault and I shouldn't be alive, he should.'
"N-no, hes not moving!"
"Okay, Mark, they are on their way alright?"
"O-okay." I said hanging up and scooting next to Jack. I pulled him into my arms, rocking back and forth slowly and shaking my head refusing to let go.
"PLEASE, JACK DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" I said staring into his eyes.
No reply.
"I need you.." I say my voice getting quieter.
My tears fell onto his cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumbs slowly, admiring his features on his face as if I haven't memorized them already.
I was a fool, a fool in denile and in love..and I never got to show it..
I then remembered the ring. I took the ring out if the box and slid it on his left ring finger. I trembled looking at the ring as I could hear distant sirens in the background slowly getting closer. I lifted Jack's head up and kissed him on his forehead one last time.
"I love you..even though I never got to yell you that." I said smiling slightly.
I then got up. I walked down the stairs, sirens getting closer outside. As I stepped outside, paramedics rushed pass me. One then questions me as I reply in a blank expression. I feel terrorized.
Broken. Heart broken.
"Can you tell us his name?"
"Jack."
"Has Jack been going through anything tough recently?"
"He's probably been depressed his entire life. He's been beaten and bullied ever since I showed up, its all my fault. The last thing I said to him was to never talk to me again, I did this to him, I thought I could save him..I..I thought I could." I said sobbing. Before she could ask anything else, another paramedic came, brought something and handed something to me.
"We...we thought you should see this, we found it in his pocket along with a pencil."
It was a crumpled up sticky note with Jack's hand writing.
Mark
Im sorry but you can't save me from this..
You couldn't save me.
~Jack
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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...