Mark's POV:
I walked into the house and called out for Jack, shaking the bag that had his cookie in it. He didn't answer, and I started to worry. I dropped the bag and called his name again, running up the stairs. I burst into the room to find an empty bed and room. I ran back down and the open cupboard caught my eye. His pill bottles were gone...
"Jack you fucking didn't." I turned and called out to him again, louder this time. I looked down the hallway and something told me to check the guest room. I turned the handle but it was locked. Tears were already rolling their way down my face as I yanked on the door. I rammed into it and it flew open. Jack was laying on the bed with his bottles next to him. Remember when I said everything turned to slow motion last time? It happened again. Time slowed down as I ran to his side and checked his pulse. It was so slow. I picked him up, crying out for him. I burst into the bathroom and turned on the shower head. I pulled him over me and sat in the tub.
"Jack!" I grabbed his face and opened his mouth wide enough for my fingers to fit in. "Don't die. Don't you fucking die, damnit!" I shoved them down his throat and heard him choked. His body jerked up a little. I pushed them further so he'd throw up. He choked again and I felt it. He leaned forward and coughed and kicked. He took a shaky breath and looked around. I didn't want to take a chance so I did it again, causing him to throw up more. He pushed me back and cried out. I swatted his hand away and hugged him. He cried harder into my chest. Harder than I've ever heard. Harder than the night before. He tried to push me away again but was too weak to get out of my grip. I cried with him and kept tightening my grip. The cold water from the shower washed over us. I didn't care. Nothing mattered. I didn't care about anything other than Jack. If I was gone for a minute longer, even a second, he could've been gone forever. I grabbed his face and made him look up at me, but his eyes were shut and tears were coming out faster than ever. I pushed my forehead against his and closed my eyes. His hands ran up my arm to mine and he tried to peel away my fingers. But again, he was extremely weak and all he really did was rub the back of my hands. He stopped and went back to holding my arms. I didn't let go. Not for a long time. How long were we there? I honestly have no idea. I didn't matter though. I would've stayed there forever if I could. He fell asleep in my lap. Every five seconds I'd check his pulse to make sure he was still alive. And for the most part he wass. I say that because I didn't know if he was alive emotionally. Physically he was. He was breathing. But was he actually alive inside? From what I've seen, he's been dead ever since he got home from the hospital. And I didn't do anything about it. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't do it alone. I couldn't ever do it alone. But I was too scared to ask for help. Too scared about what they'd say because they seen something so obvious that I didn't even acknowledge. Too scared that Jack would trust them more than me. Yeah, it sounds selfish but I'm supposed to be there for him before anyone. That was my job. And I should be fired, dammit.
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"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")
FanficJack attempted something no one ever thought he'd try. His visions were getting worse and he had flashbacks almost constantly. He was sick of it and he wanted it to stop. Mark didn't know what to do, but never asked for help. And then one night, Mar...
