I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

Look At Me

Mark's POV:

I kept screaming at him. He couldn't be dead. Not now. Not like this. Not stuck to a chair and stabbed. His fingers twitched.

"Jack!"

He groaned a little. My hopes raised.

"Jack? Jack! Jack, look at me!"

I tried to leaned forward but I couldn't. His head started to move. It lifted up and his eyes opened.

"Jack!" I screamed again.

His lip quivered. "M-mark?"

"Yes Jack it's me! Look at me."

His eyes drifted towards me and he groaned. His shoulder tensed and he looked at it. "Is...is there a fucking knife in my shoulder?"

My eyes widened. "Jack! Don't look at that, look at me."

He shook his head. His fingers still twitched. His head dropped back and I growled.

"No! Not again. Look at me."

"O-okay..."

"I'll get you o-"

There was a loud bang and Yami barged back into the room. "Why the fuck are you sitting there."

I threw my head in his direction. He walked up behind me and pulled my chair back. Jack followed him with his eyes. Yami laughed.

"Nice to know you're okay. Now I can hurt you more." He grabbed the knife handle and smiled.

Jack clenched his teeth and fists and growled as Yami tugged on it slightly. He looked away as Yami pulled it out as slow as possible. He observed Jack and grinned.

"STOP!"

He looked at me with wild eyes. "I WANT YOU TO CHOSE."

He slashed the knife across Jack's face and back again. Jack swung his head in Yami's direction.

"Fuck you." He growled.

Yami pulled back in shock. His grip on the knife tightened and he slashed again.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him. He turned.

"I told you. I want him dead. But why should I kill him when I can have a little fun too?"