Release - Septiplier

Chapter Six

A/N: I think I want to work on two Septiplier stories at once, what do you guys think? Please let me know :) <3

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~Dream~

"Welcome back, Mark," Eli's voice greeted me and I groaned loudly, wanting a different dream. I'm so tired of having these dreams. Perhaps I should tell Miles about this in our next session over the phone. 

"Why do I keep having these stupid dreams?" I asked him, hoping my inner mind could tell me through him. 

"Um, let's just say this isn't entirely a dream. Our surroundings, Jack's dead body over there, the blood... it's fake, but me... I'm real," Eli smiled and I just noticed where we were - back in my basement of the old house. I refrained from looking at Jack's dead body, not wanting to break down. 

"That's impossible, you're dead," I insisted and he just laughed and suddenly appeared in front of me, setting a hand on my shoulder as I glared at him uncomfortably. 

"We've had this discussion already, Markimoo. I'm a ghost," He laughed and I shifted uncomfortably on each of my feet.

"If ghosts are real then... why are you so different? You weren't this insane before I killed you."

"Exactly, you killed me, you goddamn idiot. People who die in the hands of another tend to become vengeful and their desires they had before passing away, become the only thing tying them down to this world. Once we find a way to live it out or have someone do it for us, we can pass on to whatever is after this," Eli explained and I frowned.

"So... Are you... violent when it comes to getting what you want because I took your life?" I asked in a small voice, afraid my actions may have seriously endangered the only person I truly love. He nodded his head and I wanted to break down right then and there. "P-Please don't hurt Jack-"

"Well, it's either you kill him or I do - either way, I get him," Eli laughed. "If only you hadn't killed me, but... there is something I know that you don't..."

"What?"

"You don't have a mental issue, Mark. You have a vengeful spirit inside you-"

~End Dream~

Jack's cries woke me out of my sleep and I bursted out of the bed and towards the sounds of the cries, Chica whining loudly. I almost fell when I skidded down the hall, opening the bathroom door and seeing Jack on the ground in front of me, holding his arm and crying. I immediately bent down and was afraid to hurt him, unsure what his injuries were from or how it happened. 

"Jack, hey, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here. What hurts?" Was my first question and he simply gestured to his left arm, which he was holding, letting me see it. The bone was propping up, being uneven with his hand. I hugged him from the right side, careful not to hurt his arm. I helped him stand up, my focus finally seeing Chica, who had her tail in between her legs, whining at Jack. "Come on, sweetheart, we have to take you to the hospital. Can you tell me what happened as we go to the car?"

"I-I went to the bathroom to take a shower because I couldn't sleep a-and Chica was following me and I was trying to get her out of the bathroom, when I slipped and landed on the doorknob and the door closed. It-It hurts so much, Mark," He cried as I lead him to the car. This hospital visit was going to be the only real time Jack and I have been in town together, but I've been taking my medication like I should be, so everything should be alright. Even though the thought of some stranger setting Jack's arm - which was clearly broken - was already making me somewhat jealous, I had to fight through it for him and I will.

"Hey, it'll be alright, sweetheart. I promise," I said after I opened up his door and helped him inside, buckling him up, being careful of his arm. Chica had followed us out and I decided we might as well take her with and opened the back door. She hopped in and tried licking the tears off Jack's face from where she was, standing on the middle counsel between the driver and passenger seat. 

"I-I'm sorry I woke you up," Jack stuttered, gasping as he must've been feeling shots of pain throughout his arm. 

"Sweetheart, don't apologize, it was an accident after-all," I soothed him after getting in the driver's side and beginning to drive, Chica whining softly. "Shh, Chica, it's okay."

"Still, I shouldn't have been so careless..." He insisted, but I just sighed, wishing I could hold his hand, but his left wrist was hurting too much and I didn't want to bring him any pain.

"Don't worry about it, I love you, I'll do anything to help you," I assured him and tried to focus on the road. I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw Eli's face in it's reflection. "Holy shit!"

"What?! Mark? What's wrong?" Jack asked through teary eyes, and I just shook my head, swallowing the fear that was bubbling inside me. 

"...Nothing, I must be seeing things from having just woken up," I waved away my sudden outburst.

"What did you see?" He asked softly, sniffling and clearly trying to think about something other than the pain.

"Nothing."

"Mark, tell me," He pleaded and I sighed. 

"I saw Eli's face," I admitted and he remained silent for a few moments, before I heard him sniffle again and I glanced over to see him crying. "Is your arm hurting more?"

"No, it's been consistent," He let out a shaky breath and sighed deeply, turning to look at me. "We have to talk about it sooner or later."

"What?"

"Eli. We never talk about what happened, we're going to have to someday or else we're just denying what happens."

"Just focus on your arm for right now, okay?"

"Trust me, I am, but the past is clearly eating you alive and I don't want you to suffer alone. If you're seeing things... You might need different medication," Jack sighed and I didn't respond, instead, I just listened to the sound of the engine, waiting to see the hospital building appear to my left, while Jack gasped in pain every couple of minutes, Chica sitting politely in her chair. 

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A/N: I broke my right wrist once (through both bones and had to get three surgeries) and writing this was making it hurt. You never forget the pain of breaking a bone, holy shit.