Mark
I his my arm behind my back and pulled down the sleeve. Jack stared with hurt eyes. "Mark..." Jack just looked towards my back.
"Jack I'm sorry" I said stepping forward. "Let me see." I was hesitant. "Mark, please. I'm not mad I just want to see the damage" jack said worried, but I could tell he wasnt lying.
I handed him my arm. He gently held it in his hands. Jack rolled up the sleeve and revealed the bandages. "Ready?" He said. "For wha-AAAAATT!!!" he ripped the bandages right off.
There was blood all over my arm. He held one hand over his mouth. "Oh Mark... Why? Why are you doing this?" He said looking over the ten fresh cuts. Then he noticed the other scars.
"How long has this been going on?" He asked getting the medical kit. "I used to do last year, I started again about five months ago."I said. I didnt want to cut. Dark forced me to keep cutting after the incident. I was clean until that happened.
"But... Why are you doing this? Is it depression? I-is it me? Can I help? Are you scuici"-"jack! Its not you, I'm not suicidal, its not depression, and you could help if you really, really, really wanted to. Its just... Something keeps telling me to keep going... Its hard to stop and especially when all this stress is piled on top of me." Jack just looked at me. He didn't move, he didn't have any sort of expression on his face, he just stared.
"Jack?" I said confused. "Wow. I'm... I'm... I want to help you. I want to try." He said hugging me. I hugged back with one arm, careful not to let my bloody arm touch him. "O-okay... Next time I have a 'craving' I'll let you know."
"Okay. I still love you by the way" he said looking up at me. "I still love you too" I said looking down at him. He pulled away and started to tend to my arm.
Should i keep going? Or not? Lemme know.
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