I can't - A Septiplier Fan-fiction

Part 1. - "But I Can't"

"Always show kindness to others, your presence might be filling the empty place in someone's heart"

*Sean's PoV*

I sat in class listening as hard as I could, although it was extremely difficult because I was being distracted by the flick of red hair in front of me as Mark Fischbach runs his hand through his unstyled, unsettling, perfect hair. I want to talk to him so bad. I love him. I need him. I wish he felt the same about me. "Sean!" I was startled back into reality by the sound of my teacher's voice shouting my name. I looked up to see the whole class staring at me. My glance turned towards Mark, he hadn't turned around, he seemed to be too busy drawing on his arm to even notice it had gone quiet. "Y-yes" I stuttered back, getting ready to be screamed at and sent to the office, my teacher isn't very forgiving. It will be ok, I said to myself, only ten minutes until school ends, then I'll be out of here. I managed to endure the beating he gave to me until the end of school and I hurried out as quickly as I possibly could so I didn't run into anyone in my class on the way out of school. Suddenly I felt a pain in my back and I fell to the floor. On my hands and knees I turned around to see who had pushed me. I had hit my head on the floor pretty hard and I felt blood trickling over my eyebrow and I couldn't see clearly, I could see there were three boys "Daydreaming are we..." Said the one in the middle, my ears were ringing. I tried to stand up but the boy on the right kicked me in the rib and I fell back down "...in class?" He continued. I put my hand up to my forehead and felt the blood "hasn't your mummy told you, that's bad, naughty Jackie" the one on the right said mockingly. My eyes started to fill with tears. "Oh yeah, I forgot, little Jackie is a little sensitive"
It was true. My mum had died a few years back in a car crash. I tried not to think about her too much because that was my way of coping with it. My mum had been the only person who understood me, I still had my dad but I never felt like I could talk to him, I don't know why, but everyday I found myself alone.
I made another attempt to stand up though I had half given up and the boy on the left lifted a foot and I felt a numbing sensation and everything went black and I couldn't feel anything.

*Marks PoV*

"I was talking to Amy, my girlfriend, when I saw Sean fall to the floor, I thought he had just tripped so I did nothing about it, plus we had never really talked before, I only knew his name because he sat behind me in class" I explained to the doctor. "I then looked over again later and I saw one of the three boys who were all now surrounding him, I saw them kick him in the eye and then leg it. That was when I realised something was wrong, when he didn't get up. I ran over to him and saw he was unconscious and so I drove him here. That's all I know." I finished
"Ok thank you" the doctor said and turned to walk into the room where they were keeping him.
"Can I see him?" I said just before the door had closed.
"He has had major injuries to his right eye, we believe he may never be able to see through it again." The doctor explained "he will be out as soon as we can bandage it up" the doctor left through the door which slammed shut in front of me. I felt responsible for what happened because I didn't realise and stop it sooner. I wish I had realised and stopped it sooner. Now because of me, Sean might never see again.
I waited outside the hospital room, for Sean to get out so I could make sure he was ok. I waited for hours until it got dark and my phone started to ring, it was my mum. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. I forgot, it was her birthday. I had to be home now. I left the hospital in a hurry and got in my car and drove home, not bothering to answer my phone, I was only 5 minutes away. I hope Sean will be okay. I wish I could be there for him. But I can't.