Lost

Unexpected call

A/N: so this is my first story, so if it's not the best... don't judge ok?

                  (Marks P.O.V)
"Wait Felix! Just... please." I sob into the phone.
"Mark, no we are done... no more, you are the problem in this relationship! I just cant deal with your problems."
Felix yells into the phone with anger.
*click* the line goes dead.
"Why... why does everyone treat me like this *sobbing*. Why... Why!"
I run to the bathroom, and pull out a razor blade from the cabinet. 'Just one more' I was thinking... I put the cold blade to my skin and pulled. I winced at the pain that I was now used to. I did this four more times, press, pull, press, pull. 'Nobody loves you... you don't belong here' voices in my head chanted.
I so badly want to just dig this blade in my skin so deep that it just ends my life. I start crying, not casual crying, but sobbing, the kind that makes your stomach churn. I went back to my room and sat on my bed. I picked up the phone and looked at Felix's ID on my phone. 😍Felix😘
Looking at it only made the heartache worse. I  deleted the number and threw my phone across the room. I smashed my head into my pillow.
I lifted my head out of my pillow, now stained with tears. I looked at the clock on my night stand. It read 3:00 AM. I sat at the end of my bed, just staring into oblivion. I got up and got my phone, witch now had a crack through the middle. 'Look even your screen is broken just like you' the voices kept playing this over and over in my head. "Shut up... SHUT UP!" I screamed while pressing on my temples, trying to make the voices go away. I grabbed my phone and dialed Felix's number... witch I knew by heart now. Or so I thought. "Hello?" The other line picked up and spoke in a tired Irish accent. 'It's probably his new boyfriend ' I thought. "Uh... Hi, is Felix there?"
I need to clear some things up with him. "No he—he's not, I think you have the wrong number." The man said.
"Oh ok. Sorry." I replied.
" it's no problem, what's your name?
Why is he asking for my name? I have the wrong number, I should just hang up, but I couldn't get myself to do it.
"Mark, why?" I say into the phone.
"No reason really, I've just been looking for someone to talk to, and you called me so, why not?" His chirpy Irish accent replied to me.
"Oh, well what's your name, maybe we could talk more?"
"Seán, but I prefer Jack." He said.
"Nice name, look I gotta get ready for school." I say, because it's the truth, it's almost six now.
"Ok, so do I, I guess I'll talk to you later." He said, then the line clicked and went dead. I got off of the bed, and went into the bathroom, removing my clothes. I turned on the shower and jumped in. I felt the hot water hit my cuts on my arms. The stinging sensation soon washed away. That all too familiar sensation. I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. I looked in the mirror, disguised with what I saw. I swiftly walked to my bedroom trying to avoid my mom.
But no... that never works.
"Hey sweetie, is everything ok? I heard you crying last night." She said.
"Ya I'm fine, just overwhelmed with school and all, now let me go get dressed." I say sarcastically.
"Ok, just remember I am always here if you need me." She tried being nice, but I didn't take her offer.
"Thanks mom, but I said I'm fine!" I walked into my room and shut the door. I went over to my closet and chose to wear some black skinny jeans and a red sweatshirt, being careful of my cuts, trying not to reopen them.
I walk back into the bathroom and look at the red mess atop my head. I grab my comb and brush it over to the right. I put on a black beanie and walk out.
"Bye mom." I say as I grab my bag and walk out the door.
"Bye swe—" I didn't want to hear her say that word for the millionth time. So I shut the door. I started walking, stuck in my depressing thoughts. 'Why do you even go to school, everyone hates you' I shake the thought out of my head. 'You don't belong on his earth...' I grab the bridge of my nose and fight off what I am thinking. I shove my hands in my pockets and start walking faster.
I get to the school and run inside. I look around the school and see a boy with green hair and an eyebrow piercing. He was wearing pretty much the same thing as me except he had a blue hoodie on. He was kind... sexy in a way.  I get to my first hour class... math... witch sucks, because my brain doesn't work in the morning. I walk in the classroom and get to my seat. I turn around and see that same green haired kid. He's walking over here... shit! I sit and act like I wasn't paying attention.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" He points to the seat next to me, but something I heard made me jump out of my skin... that same chirpy Irish accent I heard last night. I stare at him with a confused look.
"Jack?" I manage to push out.
"Uh... how do you know my name..." he asked me, also equally as confused.
"You talked with me on the phone last night, I remember your voice." I say... receiving a look of realization.
"Oh! So your Mark? I remember you now!" He says... his accent getting deeper.
"Yeah, so h—" he was cut off by the bell ringing making everyone rush to their seats. Jack next to me in the back of the class.
"Everyone, we have a new student...
Seán."  The teacher said
"Jack... the names Jack." He said as he stood up waving and making a cute half smile.  He sat back down and the lecture began. After class I asked if I could see jacks schedule.
"Sure, here you go." He handed me a price of paper with all of his classes on it. I was surprised when I saw music as one of them. I return his schedule, and say, "I have three more classes with you!" He looks excited.
"History, Science, and Music!" I play guitar, but the bad thing is, is that Felix has that class too... and he so plays guitar. Sixth hour finally comes around... music... and I make my way towards the band room. I find a struggling Jack walking around the hallways like a chicken with his head cut off. I walk over and show him the way. "Thanks mark, I was really lost there!" He says.
"No problem." I smile and look at him. He knows nothing... and probably never will...
We get into class and I see him go right to the drum set and start playing. 'Man he's good' I thought to myself! I pulled out my guitar and strummed a few chords. Before I knew it, the bell rang and we were going to our last class. 
(Time Skip)
School was out, and I was rushing to find Jack... he had already left though.
I walk home and plop myself down on my bed... and replay the whole day in my head.
'I think I finally found the one.'
A/N so that's the first chapter... it's not the best, but am I the best... no, no I am not! Thanks and I will see ya in the next chapter!