Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Twenty

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Everything.

Mark's POV

We sat on his bed, my arm around him, and his head in my chest. I took careful, and slow breaths.

After all of that happened, I was scared. I was embarrassed. Jack saw a side of me that I wish I could've hidden.

But you needed to tell him. You need help. Remember that. You want to get better.

But you'll never get better.

"Mark? Mark!" His voice rung through my ears, causing me to snap out of it. I forced a smile, and chuckled.

"Huh? I'm sorry," I said, looking at him, smile fading with the stare he gave me.

He was frowning at me, instantly I was full of negative thinking.

Look what you've done.
Don't you see that your aggravating him?
What kind of boyfriend doesn't listen to his partner?
You're a disgrace.
Kill yourself.
Hurt yourself.
You'll feel better.
This time, don't be such a selfish prick and tell him.

"MARK," His now loud voice snapped the negative thoughts. Making them shush for a moment. I stared at him wide eyed, little did I know, a tear escaped, "What's going on?" He asked me, softly. I felt his hand over my knee in order to get some comfort.

Though nothing helped.

Those voices, those words still flooded my head.

"Jack.. I can't be here. I need to go," I sat up quickly, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down but I quickly pulled away from him.

"Mark...Please. Talk to me. I'm so worried. "

"I can't do this right now, I need to go outside, I need to breath. I can't breath. What's going on?" I don't know. What was going on?

"Mark, Mark listen to me!" He stood up and moved in front of me. I felt him start to wrap his arms around me, and my initial reaction was to push him away.

Why did I do that?

"Mark.. Breath. Just breath, okay? I'm here for you. Talk to me, okay?"

"No..No. I can't. I'm fine, I'll be fine. I need to get out, I need air. " I felt my sides starting to hurt, why was I reacting like this? I moved quickly to start going outside. I heard footsteps behind me, but when I got outside I slammed the door behind me.

I didn't want Jack to follow me. I didn't want Jack to see me so vulnerable.

I need Jack.

I couldn't give into those needs though.

I can't be dependent. I don't need Jack.

I need to breath. That's what I need.

I attempted to breath, and granted it was a little bit better it hurt. It hurt so bad.

I don't understand why? Why was I feeling like this? Why did I start freaking out?

What did I do??

I looked over, seeing my moms car.

Maybe a drive will help?

I ran to my front door, going inside trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Why aren't you at school?" Her loud voice rang through my ears, causing me to wince. I didn't answer, I just walked pass her, grabbing the keys off the table.

I walked by her again, hearing her scream my name. Only to feel a sharp, agonizing pain his my back. Then a shatter as it hit the floor. I knew what it was, it was a think glass bottle.
It didn't stop me. I kept going and going till I got to the door. Slamming it behind me as well.

My back, now aching, sat back on the seat in the vehicle.

Legally, I wasn't supposed to be driving without an adult. I only had my permit, and may or may not have only been driving two or three times. I didn't care. I needed to go.

I heard my name being screamed, and before I started backing up, I saw the green hair run up to my window. I put the gear in reverse and quickly went backwards. Turning out, and away from the house. Looking through my rearview mirror, I saw Jack running towards me.

I'm sorry.

I begun spacing out again. Thinking about Jack. Thinking about school. Thinking about mom. Thinking about how much I missed my dad.

I thought about everything.

I thought about death.

I thought about life.

I thought about which was the best for me.

I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the road.

A loud honking brought my attention back to life, before a sudden deafening crash was sounded. The car was T boned,  flipping sideways. My eyes closed, wishing it would be all over soon.
I heard the crying Irishman running near by the near broken car. Near to my Now broken body.

Everything started to fade slowly.

Only one thing was on my mind before I fell unconscious.

I'm sorry Jack.