Septiplier One-shots

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~Jack's POV~

You know that feeling when you smile everyday and it's never real? I walk down the street throwing a mask around at everyone I encounter. They tell how me happy they are, and I smile, even though I am dying to scream everything that's wrong with me into their face. The words, choking me. When I finally think I've had enough of people, I go home, but it's not really home. I know there's no place for me. No home. I finally arrive at the house I am forced to live in, and go to my room that I haven't cleaned because what's the point? I lay on my uneven air mattress because I don't feel that getting a regular bed will help anything.. Or maybe that's the reason, I don't know... I try to sleep, but just end up reading gay fan fiction... Life is bleak. Life is colorless. Life is worthless. A burden. Life is not worth living.

I stand up and make my way to the bathroom.

"Why does no one care... If I cry or not...? Why does no one ask why I am acting so mad? Then again, I don't always act how I feel..."

I stared at the knife, which I had used a couple times before... Okay, a lot more than a couple.. I remove me clothes, and look at my body. The cuts on my thighs... And the almost completely healed cuts on my arms... I picked up the knife and was just about to have a red party, when my phone vibrated, signalling that I had a text.

Mark: I'm leaving forever.

Mark: Bye.

What? What? He's... Killing himself... After everything I tried to do... I could not save him... I couldn't save anyone.. I collapse onto the ground, and cry. I wanted to text back, to stop him, but he would not answer... I wanted to go we him, but I'd be too late... I wanted to help, but I know I could not. What a burden, you are, Jack. I started to talk to myself, as if I were two separate people, like Sapphire and Ruby.

Stupid! You had one job!

I did all I could...

You could have done more!

I tried!

You didn't try hard enough! You were suppose to be there for him!

It's not out fault!

It's all our fault!
...
Silence.
Completely alone..
I didn't even have myself anymore...
I was really alone in this world.
But no one cares.
No one gives a fuck about me.
I'm just alone.
But I think I can make it.
I can make it.
I can make it to the end of this sentence.
I can mak

I can't do it.

I'm not okay. :)