"Hey, you ok? You seemed off at the panel and signing." Mark asked me. I looked up at him and smiled softly.
"Ya." I spoke. The man smiled and sat down beside me. Making sure Mark didn't see, I pulled my sleeves over my wrists. I may have been off these past few days, but Mark seemed weird. He knew something, or was hiding something, that I don't know about. 2:30 pm shown on my phone. It was 15 minutes away from Pax closing. Mark, all of a sudden, grabbed my arm and pulled me up off the couch. My legs scrambled after him as he opened up a green room door and threw me in.
"Jack, I know. And I wanna know why." I stared at him, then looked down at my arms, scars clearly noticeable. All I did was walk over to Mark, who had outstretched his arms, and started to cry.
I'm such a baby.
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
