Help Me! {Completed}

Day 3 (5:32)

I woke up to the pain on my arm. I sat up and saw I was laying on it. I unwrapped it, which I'd probably regret later, and walked into the bathroom. I throw the wrap away, looked through my drawer trying to find the razer, but couldn't. “Looking for something?” I whipped around seeing Mark leaning in the doorway, holding my blade.

“Hey. Hey, Markimark,” he walked passed me and to the toilet, holding the razor over it, “Mark. Just, just hold on a second. L-let's not be hasty.”

“Jack, you told me you stop. You said you cut your hand on the dresser, but I looked at it and saw you messed with it. Why are you lying? I just want to know.” I couldn't tell him, he wouldn't understand. I reached for it, but he put his hand out, hitting my stomach. He dropped it and flushed as I held my stomach and groaned. I ran out the bathroom, out the room and downstairs into the kitchen. I knew I was going to be in trouble, but I already was, so it didn't really matter. I opened a drawer and pulled out a knife. I drug it across my arm multiple times. One after the other. I felt tears rolling down my face, from Mark and some from the pain. I heard Mark running down the stairs. I cut harder and faster and cut over the others. My eyes blurred with tears, then felt the knife get yanked out of my hands and fell to the floor. I put my hands to my face and curled into a ball. I feel arms wrap around me and pulled me. I looked up, it was hard to make out with the tears in my eyes, but saw and knew it was Mark. I tried to move away, but he pulled me back and I didn't have all my strength to do it.

“Mark, let me go.” I sigh, pushing him slightly. Mark didn't yell or talk, nor let me go. I stopped after a bit, and felt extremely relaxed.

“You okay now?” Mark said in a low voice. I nodded my head slightly, then got real lightheaded. I stop crying, and lay my head on Mark's shoulder, closing my eyes. Mark grabbed my arm and held it, my guess was he was looking at the damage. “Oh god Jack.” He dropped my arm and picked me up bridal style and lay me on the couch. I tried to open my eyes, but they'd only open a crack. I saw and heard him talking to someone, then soon hanging up. Mark walked over to the couch and sat on the floor by my head. “Jack. Jack wake up. You gotta keep your eyes open for me.” I opened them a bit more, but soon closed them to a crack. “Jack! You can't fall asleep,” he rest his hand on my shoulder, “you gotta stay awake.” I tried to open them back up, but found myself closing them instead. I heard Mark talking to me, and shaking me lightly. His voice soon faded away and the darkness consumed me.

“Come to me,” a voice, calming and sweet, said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I can't show you. Not yet at least. You would run away, or make a scene,” it said. The voice sounded like a male. “I'll tell you and show you in good time.” I looked around, trying to see if I could see him. I saw nothing, but darkness. I looked down, I could see the so called floor. It looked as if I was walking, well standing, on air. I looked back up and saw a dim light. My breath hitched. 'Don't go towards the light.' I told myself. I closed my eyes and turned around. “Open your eyes Jack. You are safe.”

“How do I know that?” I asked, not opening them.

“Because I'm the one who decides whether you wake up, or stay asleep. Permanently.” I gulped and opened my eyes. I was in Mark and I's house. I saw him in his bedroom, sitting out the floor. I walked up to him and sat in front of him.

“Hey Marky,” I smiled. My smile disappeared when he didn't answer. Not even a small twitch. “Mark?”

“He can't hear you.”

“Jack why?” He choked. “Jack come ba-ack! Pl-please!” He cried. He slammed his fists into the ground, then brought his hands to his face and cried into them. He suddenly stopped and moved his hands out of his face. He got up and walked off into the bathroom. I got up and followed him. I saw him going through a drawer. I knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mark no! Stop!” I tried to grab his hand, but mine just went through his. He pulled out the killer object and set it on his wrists.

“I'm sorry Jack. I just can't do this anymore. I've lived for the last five years without you. I—I just can't anymore.” He cried, leaning his head back so he looked up to the ceiling, and closed his eyes.

“No!” I screamed as his drug the object across his wrist. I couldn't do anything, but watch. After a couple of seconds, Mark was gone. The scene soon faded into black. The same scene played, but in different scenarios. Him dying in different ways, in different house, different people, and many more.

“Jack,” the voice finally spoke.

“Yes?” I said in a small voice.

“Time for your fate.” I looked around in confusion, then two doors showed in front of me. “Which door will you choose? One will bring you back to Earth. The other, brings you to your final moments.”

“Wait! You never showed nor told me your name!”

“You'll be back Jack. No matter what, you'll see me again. Maybe in ten minutes or in ten years or even later or sooner.” Then, there was complete and utter silence. Oh god. This is just like the game Gone In November. Let's hope I get a good ending. I walked up to the doors, and opened one of them. The left one, and stepped through.