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

The Storm

Jack's POV:

I laid on the couch and flipped through channels. Nothing seemed interesting. So I turned on my PS4 and started gaming. Bad idea. It was getting dark, and I was completely focused on the tv. So when something passed the window in the kitchen, my heartbeat sped up. I slowly left the couch, shuffling towards the window. My hand reached out to move the curtains to get a better view but I shook my head.

"I'm just seeing things. It was a reflection of the tv, I'm fine."

I sat back on the couch and continued my game but a knock at my door made me jump. Again I left slowly and looked out the little window between the wall and the door. No one was there....

"What the Hell...? No...I'm just hearing things."

And I was. I started hallucinating. Seeing and hearing things that weren't there. It was slowly driving me insane. My breathing gained speed. I became paranoid. God, what was that? I ran back to the window and shoved the curtains in front of it. I climbed onto the couch and grabbed the remote. I curled into a ball and pulled a blanket over myself. I changed the channel to watch tv, hoping that it'd help. Spoiler alert, it didn't. My mind raced. I thought about going upstairs and getting Mark but I shouldn't bother him. He'd get mad and yell. I'd just make everything worse. God I hate myself. I ruin everything.

Something moved in the corner of my eye and I basically screamed. I ran off the couch and into the corner. I didn't trust anything. Scenes began to play in my head. I seen Mark slamming a door in anger. He was mad at me. I fucked up again and had another flashback. Mark just wanted a kiss. I...I couldn't. He got frustrated and said he was done. Done with my bullshit. Done with me. I seen him leave, and it felt fucking real.

The scene shifted and I seen Mark tied to a chair in front of me. The knife was in my shoulder again. The pain came back. The tears came back. Everything. Came. Back. Mark leaped from the chair and grabbed Yami. Yami threw him back and pointed the gun at him.

"Wait!" Mark stuck his hand out. He laughed a little. "I want to help."

"Oh?" Yami laughed. He grinned and gave him a hand. "Well how the tables have turned."

"What?!" I screamed. "Mark!"

"Shut up." He muttered while walking my way. He was still grinning as his hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife.

"Mark, please! What are you doing?" I cried out.

"Getting rid of my burden. I've carried you for so long. Your injuries. Your fucking mind. God damn PTSD. Ha...Yami was right. I never did love you. And now, there are so many things wrong with you. I don't want you anymore." He yanked the knife out and I screamed.

He laughed at my pain and hovered the knife in front of my stomach before shoving it. I screamed out again and coughed up blood. I started choking but it hurt to flex my stomach. The pain was unbearable. Tears rolled down my face faster. "N-No..." I choked.

"What was that?" He growled at me while twisting the knife, making me throw my head back and cry out.

"Stop!" I screamed. "MARK!"

He laughed louder. "I've waited," He took the knife out and stabbed me again. "So long for this. Ever since it happened. Ever since we met. I've been waiting to break you. I'm not the soft hearted boy you thought I was, bitch."

He slashed the knife through my body, cutting upward. I gasped and was cut short by Yami pulling my head back. He pulled out another knife and sliced the rope holding me to the chair. He pushed me forward and ran the knife down my back, making me scream and choke again. He walked over and cut the ropes binding my legs and arms to the chair. I fell forward without having to be pushed and curled into the fetal position, holding my stomach. The blood was seeping through my fingers and I was shaking. How wasn't I dead yet?