It's Too Late (Septiplier)

1.

~Jack~

I am alone. I am lost. I am afraid.

Alone. A word that describes me very well. I have no friends. I am hated by everyone that knows me. Even my father.

No one loves me. I am told that everyday by many people. Especially my father. The person that is suppose to love me doesn't. My mother doesn't either, because she's dead. She used to love me, very much so. She used to guide me out of dark places. Help me when I need it. But ever since she died I am lost in a forest of broken hopes and dreams.

In that forest, lies many a dark things. It is frightening for me to be there all the time, yet there's no other place for me to be. I am afraid of the dark that surrounds me. It's plain to see if there was anyone who cared to look. I can tell them I'm fine and they'll all believe in what isn't there.

It's Monday. The most frightening day of the week. That's because I have to go to school where the monsters lie there waiting for me. Their the predators and I'm the prey and all anyone can do is watch.

I start to pack my things for school and start towards the door. I skip breakfast, I don't eat much. If I do I can't hold it down because of the fear of becoming more fat than I am. I am told over and over again that I'm ugly and fat, and I believe them. When I look in the mirror, I see what they see. And it's not a pretty sight.

Before I can get to the door, my father stops me in my tracks.

"Faggot, where are you going?" He asked, slurring his words together.

"T-to school," I stuttered. I mentally slap myself for stuttering. Just then I felt a stinging feeling spread across my face. My father actually slapped me.

"Stop stuttering you freak!" My father yelled at me. I nodded quickly and tried to hold in the tears that started to form in my eyes.

"Now leave." He said bluntly and he pushed me out the door. I stumbled on the sidewalk from the push and held my face in shock and pain. I started walking to school letting tears slip from my eyes.

This has never happened before. I never liked the awful name-calling and the rude things that he has done but this, I can't handle. I don't want this to happen both at school and at home.

As I walk I watch my eyes get blurry from the tears until they fall, rolling down my cheek and falling to the sidewalk. I look up and notice that I am approaching the school. I wipe my eyes. I can't let them see that they get to me. It will only bring joy to them.

I shuffle my way into the school building. Immediately, I go to the bathroom. I step inside, making sure no is there, and gaze at my reflection.

There was a red hand print on my face. It was bright and evident. Anyone could guess what had happened and I have no way to cover it up. My eyes were glossy and my cheeks had a faint path where tears ran down it.

Just then I heard the doors to the bathroom squeak open. I started to panic. I knew that whoever it was hated me because everyone does. I am the laughing stock. I am the toy they use to play their sick little games on.

I rush in a stall, but not before I catch a glimpse of the most popular guy in school, Mark. He is a jock, the most athletic, the best at everything he does. Everyone loves him and him and his buddies beat me, and tease me. They find pride and joy in making my life a living hell.

I lock the door and my hands start to shake. Hoping he didn't see me. My breath gets quicker as I'm locked in the small cubicle and I'm panicking hoping that he didn't see me.

"You don't have to hide from me you know. You really can't, I mean." I hear him say right by the stall I am in.  

"If you would please open the stall," I hear him say with strange amount of confidence. I don't read too much into it and slowly open the stall door. I find it easier when I do what they say. I swing the stall door open slowly and looked to my feet. I don't ever look up when I'm around people. It gets me less noticed that way. And besides, I don't want him to see what's on my face.

He sighed and I could feel his eyes burning over me. He grabbed my face forcefully and brought it up to his. His hands squeezed my face as he examined the red hand print on my face. My face started to cramp as he had a tight grip on my face.

The door squeaked once again and I hear,

"Mark! You in here dude?" from one of his friends. I breathed in sharply as they spotted me.

"Looks like you got to him before us," James said as he cracked his knuckles, ready to beat me up.

"Here have at him," he said as he let go of my face. He tossed me to them like a someone would a bone to dogs. He walked past them I could only assume that he was watching them as they closed in on me. James grabbed my hair that I had dyed green a few weeks ago. Matt grabbed onto my legs and James and him led me straight to the toilet.

James got the honors of dunking my head into the toilet. Before I could react, my head was in the toilet. My eyes burned and the water splashed around in my mouth. I didn't resist however, no matter what my body was telling me, I didn't resist. I knew by now resisting made it worse. I just gargled through gasping for air every time they picked my head up. Bubbles from my mouth sped past my head and my green hair floated above me. Eventually, the torture came to an end and they sped off to class leaving my tired and low on oxygen.

I got up and looked in the mirror. I still had the hand print from my father, but Mark added to it from the grip he had on my face. My hair was soaking wet with toilet water and I reeked of it too. I hung my head as I walked to my class. I was late, but at this point I couldn't care less. I bet they never even noticed I was gone.

Hello everybody! How are you? I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I hope you like this better than the other book because I do! Even though it's sad, but I guess that's what I'm good at. Making people sad and laugh because I always make my friends laugh, even if I'm not feeling too well.