Jack
"Marki I'm sleepy" I said jumping in bed next to my beautiful boyfriend. "Maybe your tired because you were up late reading" mark said giving me an 'I know what you were doing' look.
"What?! I needed to finish ever after!" I said remembering that wonderful wattpad story ( literally best septiplier book on wattpad OMG ). I snuggled into him, making his cheeks flush. "Jack your such a baby".
"I'm your baby... Never mind that sounded too pervy" I said giggling at my mistake. Mark played with the hair that hung over my forehead. I slowly started to fall asleep, mark still playing with my hair.
Mark
Fuck. I loved that kid. He's just so perfect. I just hope he hasn't noticed the scars. I'm supposed to be the tough guy. Not the depressed jerk who eventually has to show his partner the scars and cuts from a month or even a day ago.
If I tell jack, he might end things. But if I hide them, he might get mad...
"Do it again"
"You know you want to"
"Mark..."
"It will help... With the stress..."
"Go to the bathroom"
"Now"
"Ok I'm going" I said to dark. He's such a dick...
I snuck out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and removed the blade from under a shelf. Wetting my wrists with rubbing alcohol, I took the blade and chose a spot on my wrist, some where new. Somewhere the blade hasn't touched.
"Well?"
I grunted. As the blade lowered the tears came rolling down my cheeks.
One
"More"
Two
"More, mark."
Three
"This is what you get"
Four
"For being such a clingy boyfriend"
Five
"For hurting jack"
Six
"For accusing him like that"
Seven
"You selfish piece of shit"
Eight
"He only loves you because of your money"
Nine
"Just like the last one."
Ten.
"Good boy"
I wrapped the cuts in bandages and cleaned the blade. It stuck it back in its spot and turned around.
"Mark?"
Shit.
