Depressed and in love.

Part 15

(Btw thx bunches @Pewsepticplier1254!)
Haha, trigger warning!
Jacks POV
I smile at Mark, and peck him in the check. "Thanks Mark. It really means a lot." He smiles, then yawns. "We should get some rest. It's pretty late out."

"Ya I guess." He says, grabbing my hand, and taking me to the bedroom. We strip down everything but our boxers, and hop in bed. I find my way into his arms, and soon enough, fall asleep.

Jacks dream.
"Jackiboy.." I hear, growing louder and louder. "Jack." I hear right behind me. I feel his hot breath in my ear. "Your body is weak. I am here now." I feel his hands grab mine from underneath. I try to fight it, so he doesn't turn my hands over, but he's right. My body is weak. He turns over my hands, and he takes me over completely. "Hahaha.. this is my body now. My turn to take the wheel." He says, . . . I say. I feel the black ooze pulsing through me, and I feel power flowing through my vines. "If he thought I was powerful now.. hehe.." my wrists itch tremendously. "Wow Jack, I'm surprised you haven't cut yet. Your a strong man. But I need the pain. And no "markiplier" is gonna stop me. Ok, let's wake up now." I say, I close my eyes, and the darkness of a dream, is taken by the warmth of the bed. I look around and see Mark. I almost gag, and carefully get out of bed. I head to the bathroom, and find jacks razors. "Hehehe.." I say, a little louder then I should. But fuck it, I need this. I start cutting little lines into my arms. "Ugh. This ain't working." I make my way to the kitchen, and find a sharp knife, cutting my wrists in longer strides. I suck in air at the pain. But by jasus it felt good. "Ahh.." I sigh loudly, half in pain, half relief.

"Jack what are you.." I hear a gasp behind me, as the kitchen lights turn on. I look at Mark, and know that I can't show myself. I have to be Jack.

"Nothing Mark, just getting some water. No need to worry about me. Hehe.." I say.

"What's in you hand?" He asks. I feel the knife in my hand hidden behind my back. I stick it in my belt line, where it stays.

"Nothing, see!" I shake my hands, palms facing me, but the knife falls down, and when I reach for it, Mark grabs my arm, looking at all the blood.

"Jack, I told you to stop." He said, sounding hurt.

"You're not the boss of me." I say, picking up the knife again.

"Jack, you need to stop." He says, sounding very demanding.

"Why don't you come over here and make me?" I yell through my teeth. He walks over to me, and reaches for the knife. I dodge him, and go behind him, literally backstabbing him. The knife plunges right through his skin. I smile, by then yell as Jack takes back over. . . I take back over, and look at Mark. Me and Anti have different DNA fingerprints, so I call the police and blame it on someone who burst into our house. They soon arrive, and carry Mark out. He's long since passed out, but I still feel obligated to hop in the ambulance with him. I cry to myself, and hear marks heart monitor go slower and slower, never really stopping, but never getting better. I take marks limp hand in mine. You see what you made me do Jack? Now Mark is gone. He's not gone. He's still here. He's just hurt. Cause of you. I knew Anti was right. Of corse I'm fucking right! Oh shut up! We make our way to the hospital, and marks ran through the doors, and I wasn't allowed in. I sit in the waiting room for hours. I'm on my phone, I'm reading magazines, watching the news. Time still slugs by.

"Family of Mark Edward Fisch-"

"HERE!" I yell. I see a short blonde lady jump back at my sudden reaction.

"Hello. I have some bad news.. Mark will be needing surgery, which he might not make it out of.. you know.. alive.." I nod my head and sit back down. "It will be a quick surgery though. About an hour. It's a minor injury compared to what we've had in the past. I nod once again, and watch her walk away. I slowly stand up, and slump my way out. I know exactly where I'm going. And I'm sure you do to.
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Marks POV
"Mr. Fischbach? Mr Fischbach can you hear me?"

"Ugh.. ya.. what happened?" I ask.

"You were attacked by an unknown suspect. Your friend left about 30 minutes to an hour ago, but you gonna stay off from running for a while. Ok? Take these pills every night, and come back in a month. Ok?" I quickly nod my head and call Jack once I'm out.

"Top of the morning to ya laddies! Sorry I couldn't get to you, call my back in an hour and see if I answer then ok, buh bye!"

Oh no. I disregard whatever the doctor said to me, and I go all out sprint toward the suicide bridge. In about 10 minutes of sprinting, almost dying, and jelly legs, I see Jack, at he base of the bridge. I run faster then ever, and yell for Jack.

"Jack!! Jack please come back! I doesn't seem to hear me, and I notice he has his earbuds in. And I know exactly what he's listening to, because he has a track on his phone, titled "suicide." And it has one song. "Goner" by TØP. I'm at the bottom of the bridge, and I see Jack sitting on the ledge. He turns his head, and sees me. He swings his legs around, facing the street, as I catch up. We look at each other for a long time, and I know there's no stopping him. I hold his hand, and he says,

"I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath." Without warning, he falls backwards, and I try to catch him, but fail. I watch him fall, and hit the hard cement. I watch as his blood drains from him, and pools around him. I blink at him.

"You drop.." I start, climbing on top of the railing. "I drop."