Chapter 21- Different Rooms

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Jacks POV
We all walked off the plane into the airport taking in the view. The airport was huge.
"Jack?.... To coming?" I heard Bob say. I looked over to see the guys significantly ahead of me. I immediately caught up out of fear and stood as close
to the group as I possibly could. Bob and Wade dont know about us yet, us being Mark and I. It's not that I didnt trust them I just.. I dont know really. Before I knew it we were on our way to our hotel. Our uber picked us up in a red Camry. Out of the blue I started getting...bad you could say. I tried to ignore the thoughts but they just kept getting louder.
'They would have more fun without you'
'Waste of space'
'Mark doesnt love you'
The next thing I knew someone grabbed my hand. It was Mark. It pulled me out of my thoughts. He was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb to calm me down. It worked. So badly I wanted to hug him. But I couldn't... which just made things worst. Although I enjoyed having Mark hold my hand, I still didnt want the guys to find out so I slowly tugged back hopefully not hurting Mark's feelings.
"Holy crap!" I heard Bob say from the front seat. I looked out the window shield to see a huge hotel where we'd be staying for PAX. We all chipped in for the Uber and went inside. We checked in with a some what rude secretary and headed up for rooms
A116 and B116. Basically we bought conjoint rooms so we could walk amongst each other. I was just glad I would be staying with Mark. I took the key card and swiped it for A116. We all went in considering Bob and Wade could get to their room through ours.
I dropped my luggage by the bed and watched as the others dropped them next to themselves.
"So who's rooming with who?" Wade asked.
I felt my stomach drop. I thought we had this planned.
"I could room with who ever but we should switch it up since we never see anyone." Bobbed chimed in.
I felt sick but I couldn't just be selfish. It would look weird to say I want to room with Mark now...
"Great I'll room with Mark...If that's ok." Wade said looking at Mark and me.
"Y-yeah it's fine!" I stuttered a little but trying not to show sorrow. I felt Mark look at me.
"Well I guess so, yeah that'll be cool we could catch up!" Mark said.
"Lets get homed in, is that a word? I don't know lets just move in." Bob said. Everyone agreed and I watched as Mark picked up his carry on and rolled his suit case out the door into his room.

I got all my stuff out, medicine and what not out in the bathroom so I wouldn't forget to take it. I looked into the mirror and felt bad. "I hate myself" I whispered. When all of a sudden I hear Mark in our room.
I walked out to see Mark and Wade on the couch.
"There you are Jack! We're about to watch Home wanna join?!" Wade asked.
"Ah..s-sure." I replied.
"Crap but theres no popcorn and drinks." Bob whined.
"Uh uh I can go pick it up!" I said grabbing my wallet and room key.
"Do you want someone to come with you 'cause I'll go." Mark said.
"No it's ok you guys can start the movie I'll be back in a second!" I said running out the door.

I arrived at the store and went straight to get popcorn. I grabbed a blue popcorn box that read Pop Secret. I grabbed orange soda and was heading for the check out when I saw a huge banner advertising shaving cream. I bit my lip and headed towards that isle. I looked around until I spotted the razors. I grabbed a pack of plain blades and brought them to the counter with the movie snacks.
"Did you find everything you were looking for today sir?"
I anxiously watched as the teen scanned the blades.
"Yeah." I replied shortly looking up.
"Would you like the receipt?" which I declined. Couldn't risk Mark seeing it. I put the blades in my pocket and ran back to the hotel. I swiped my card key and walked in. I hadn't missed much. I walked over and set the pop drinks on the table and went to make the popcorn. After 4 minutes and popping 2 bags I opened them and put them on the table. Everyone went crazy at eating them and I just watched the movie. I couldnt sit next to Mark because Mark was on the end and Wade was next to Mark.
'What if he's mad at me'
'I'm useless'
'Do it'
'Do it'
My leg bounced with anticipation and I tried to think of how I could go to the bathroom and pull this off. They're all in this room and it would look weird that I use the other rooms bathroom. I felt my pocket and felt the plastic incasing that held the Blades.
'Do it'
I slowly got up trying to avoid being seen.
"Aye were you going JackABoy the movies just getting good?" Mark said.
"I just gotta pee.." I said pointing to the bathroom with my thumb "I'll be right back" I chuckled.
I turned on my heel and headed straight for the bathroom. Once I was in I closed the door, locked it and sighed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the plastic. I turned the water on so they wouldnt hear me open it. I pulled down my pants and looked at my thigh. It was covered in cuts. They werent made by a blade, so they weren't really cuts just red markings on my legs that were irritated.
I reached for the blade and twirled it in my hand and decided to go for it. I placed it on my thigh and pushed slightly. It was a good quality razor as it slid in like a knife in butter. I dragged it across getting that stinging feeling I missed so much. It calmed me down. I made one more just like this and decided I was good. For now.. I dabbed the cuts with toilet paper and pulled my pants back up. I flushed the toilet and turned the water off. I hid the blades and walked out. To my surprise the movie was over.
"What happened to the movie?" I said.
"Check the time Jacko we got things to do so we gotta sleep!" Bob yelled. I shrugged and crawled into bed.
Mark and Wade left with out saying a word which kinda hurt. The next thing I know is my phone buzzes.

From Markiplier: night babe x
Sent to Markiplier: Gn xxx
and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Heyo I just started school today and I had a panic attack and uploading is going to be getting slightly harder considering how stressed I am -X

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