Depressed and in love.

Part 10

Trigger warning- Cutting
Marks POV
"OH COME ON!!" I yelled at Happy Wheels. "Barbra. What are you doing?" I say, knowing that I messed up the name of the Happy Wheels character. But if it got her to believe us, I'll do anything.

Jacks POV
"TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES! WELCOME TO! HAAAPPPYYYY WHEEEELLLLSSSSS! We got Barbra on the front here. Hi Barbra!" My mouse circled around the fat character on a wheel chair on the home page. I went the rest of the video calling her by her original name, and I edit the video quickly. Posting it as the second video of the day. Once it went out, me and mark waiting nervously about what we were gonna say to Barbra. How can we tell it to her face, that her husband killed himself? After a few minutes, we got a text from someone.
Ok fine. I'll meet you at the park at 5 today.
Must have been Barbra. I text back.
Can't wait to see you there! 💚 Jack and Mark
"How are we gonna say it to her?" I asked. Mark had been quiet all day. "As much as I care about him, I need to talk to you." He said. I knew he was talking about the suicide thing.. "Ya?.." "You know what it's about." I look down. "Why?" "I put you in life or death danger! It was a miracle you got out alive!!" "I don't care about me I care about you Jack!" He grabbed my arm and turned it over, pointing at my cuts. "THIS! I CARE ABOUT THIS!! AND I WANT TO HELP!! AND SOLVE THE PROBLEM!" "WELL YOU CANT DAMNIT! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! IM NIT WORTH BEING CARED ABOUT!! AND I DON'T WANT HELP! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I yelled, on the top of my lungs. I ran into the bathroom, and slammed the door, locking it. Mark ran after me. "OH HELL NO YOUR NOT ALLOWED IN THERE!!" He yelled. "MAKE ME GET OUT!" I yelled back. Grabbing the razor and taking out the blades. I heard Mark banging at the door, but I didn't care. My wrists had been itching so much. I pull the blade across my skin. I get a rush of adrenaline, and watch the blood leak from my arm. I cut again and again. Till I stop. My fingers, covered in blood. My wrist, dripping. I look at my wrist, and stand there. Watching the bright red blood, drip down my arm. I grab the bandages, and wrap my arm, after washing it. Mark has stopped banging at the door. "When will this end?" I hear him say, from the other side. I stop for a second. "I don't know." I respond, in a raspy voice. "Please let me help." "You can't." "Then let me in." I open the door. "Not in here." He says. I stop. He looks me in the eye. "I'll try Mark. I really will." He nods his head. "I will help this end." "I hope you can." "But the deal still stands. You go, I go." He finished. Before walking away. "Mark?" He comes back, with tears in his eyes. We look at each other, for what seems like forever. We just stand there. Then, he leans in and hugs me. Holding me tight in his arms. My knees go limp, and I fall, he comes down with me. Not letting go. I cry into his shoulder, as he holds me. Once I calm down, he says, "Your safe Sean. Nobody's gonna hurt you." I felt his strong arms around me. And for once, I felt safe. Like no one was gonna hurt me. "It's ok Sean. I'm here." I dug my head into his chest, with tears down my face. Feeling safe. We sat there, for about 10 minutes. Then I said, "Thank you." He hugged me tightly, then let go. "Please Sean. Let me in." I nod my head, and he wipes the tears from my face. I kiss him. "Sean?" I look up at him. "Promise me something. You won't commit suicide." I look down. "Sean." He lifts my head gently, using his hand, cupping my face, ever so gently. "Please." "I promise." "You need something to remind you, of this day." I look up. "How.. How about this? I'll.. Nevermind. It's stupid." "Tell me." I giggle at the idea. "It's stupid." "I'm stupid. I have stupid ideas. With my brain. So I can handle stupid." He says, which makes me laugh. "I was thinking, because of tradition, I dye my hair green, and you red." He stood there for a minute. "As a reminder of this moment?" I nod my head. "We can say we donate for Depression and Bipolar awareness." He smiled. "I'll dye mine bright pink, if you dye yours green." I laughed. "Deal." I said. With a smile on my face. "Ok then. Come on, let's go talk to Barbra.
~Time Skip~ Marks POV
"And that's everything that happened." Jack finished. We looked over at Barbra, dumbfounded. "I, I don't believe it. I do, because I knew he was suicidal. But.." She looked down. I got up and hugged her, who started crying. "He's always saying how you guys kept him from suicide." "I guess in the end, he kept me from suicide." Jack finished, with tears running down his face. "I'm so sorry Mrs." "It's ok.." She said. "I knew this would happen. I just, didn't know when." She said. "Jack, why don't you call the police, and tell them what happened." He nod his head. He pulled out his phone, and walked away, dialing 911. I heard him ask for Deputy Morgan. I stayed there, hugging Barbra.