"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")

Unfortunate Events

I woke up at around 4:30am. Dunno why, I just couldn't sleep. Jack was in my arms though, so I was okay. His words from last night ran through my head. "me too." I thought, but Jack, you deserve so much better. You've already been tortured enough. You don't need Hell. You need someplace better. Heaven maybe? Then again, I haven't died yet so I dunno what Heaven is like.

My eyes focused on Jack's face. Was he...smiling? Huh, wonder what he was dreaming about. Can't be a nightmare. He'd be awake if it was. Maybe he was actually awake and was just listening to me breath. Sounds creepy but, I dunno. His arm moved so i could clearly see his wrist. There were...marks on it. Like cuts. My heart dropped at the thought of him hurting himself. I reached out to wake him up but he hadn't gotten much sleep lately. He was smiling and that must mean that he's okay for now. I crawled out of bed and stretched. I'd ask him about it later. My phone vibrated and I lifted it from my nightstand.

"Nathan I'm so..."

I answered the call and walked to the kitchen. "Hello?" I asked in a raspy morning voice.

He sighed on the other end. "Hey..."

"Why the Hell are you calling me at 4:37am?"

"I just wanted to say so-"

"No, I'm sorry. I was being a dick. You did nothing wrong."

'Uh...o-okay..."

"Um...what do you do when..." My voice choked up. My eyes watered.

"When what, Mark?"

"When someone close to you is...hurting themselves?"

"What?!"

"I seen these marks on his wrists...maybe they were just from him sleeping weird or-"

"Ask him, dammit!"

"He's sleeping!"

"I don't give two shits, wake him up!"

I growled and lowered the phone. "Fine." I hung up and walked to the bedroom again.

Jack was sitting up and wiping his eyes. "Good morning." He mumbled in a sleepy tone.

I crawled onto the bed next to him with wide eyes. "J-Jack...?"

He knit his eyebrows. "Huh?"

I gently grabbed his hands and held them without breaking eye contact. He still looked puzzled. I flipped his hands over to expose his wrists. I seen his eyes drift down to them and back up to me. They watered almost instantly.

"Please tell me..." I tilted my head so he would still look at me. "That's not what I think it is."

He slightly tried to pull away from me and flip his arms back over but failed. A sob escaped his mouth. His breathing quickened and he hunched over.

"Jack?!"

His pulled his wrists away, catching me off guard. He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. I could hear my heart beat faster as i ran after him.

"Jack! Come back!"

He ran into the bathroom and locked the door before I could run in too. I slammed into the door.

"Jack open the door!"

I could hear him cry harder through the door. And it broke my heart.

"Jack...please." I shook the door knob. "Open the door. I'm begging you, just open the door. Please."

I heard him open one of the drawers. My eyes widened and i rammed into the door again.

'Jack DON'T!" I was crying now. "I don't care if i break this door, you're getting out of there no matter what."