The Light In My Life~A Septiplier Fanfic

Chapter Two~Home

Mark's POV

He keeps flinching at me, scared of me. I don't blame him. I push everyone I love away and occasionally beat people up to stop them liking me. This is the mask I am cursed to hide behind. But maybe this is my real form, what I've become. Flicking my eyes to Jack, who was staring determinedly at the floor, I remembered his question. "Well...it's wrong to beat someone up..." I say, hopeless flawed logic showing. "But you've beat someone up before..." Ah, that's why he's so afraid to look at me. He must hate me, just like everyone else does. "Oh wait, your face, we need to go to my place to get you fixed up," I say, probably sounding like I'm begging him. "I've got detention again..." He mutters, shaking his head violently from side to side before looking up at me.

I had told him to skip detention and he seemed to just go along with it. "Can you turn the radiø on?" He asks, bored by the ride. "Someone stole my car radiø so we'll have to sit in silence," I tell him. He is obviously disappointed by me as he turns away and we return to awkward silence. While he isn't looking, I watch him, his eyes like a beautiful ocean flicking from side to side. They blend perfectly with his hair which is dyed a bright green with his natural brown on the bottom. He seems insecure about himself and keeps looking around, as if someone might strike him any minute.

Jack's POV

I can't believe I'm in his car, I mean, I'm actually in his car! I don't feel safe here though, but I don't really feel safe anywhere. I have good reasons for it though, and excuses for all the other reasons why I'm a failure, a waste of space, an idiot. I know Mark is watching me, watching my eyes and feel instantly self-conscious. I mean, my hair is a mess and I'm not wearing anything special today. I didn't think it would be anything special today. Especially not this. I don't know why Mark feels for me anyway. He probably just took pity on me. Although maybe he noticed how dumb I am.

As we arrive, I look out of the window to see a homely looking house with an eery lack of light inside. "Aren't your parents home?" He shakes his head slowly, deliberating over what to say next. "They're dead. They died when I was young. They were murdered..." I instantly feel bad and like I did something horribly wrong. I mean, I probably did do something wrong, considering I asked about his dead parents. He took me inside without another word and helped me clean up my face a bit. When he did, I shuddered at his magic touch (reference anyone?), loving it. But just as quickly he was done, and I needed to go home. Home. Is it really home if it is a place of pain and anger for you? A place of bad memories?

Mark's POV

As I pulled into Jack's driveway I saw a woman in the kitchen. She must be his mum. He pulled out his keys, fumbling for the right one and then turning it in the lock. "M-mu-mum I'm home..." He almost whispered, his voice hesitant. The woman I had seen earlier came marching into the room and immediately shouted at him. "Did you get fucking detention again?! You stupid, stupid boy! Why are you so late?! I had to do the housework by myself again!" Suddenly, she saw me and stopped, her eyes widening. "He was with me...sorry I caused inconvenience but he was hurt so I helped him..." I looked away, as if I was intruding on something.

"It's-it's fine, Mark, you can leave now," Jack told me, his voice void of all emotion now. So I left. Just like that. As I walked to my car, I heard yells from his house. His mum must have been worried. That was all. So I got in my car and drove away, sat in silence. I liked it better when my car had sound.

Jack's POV

Mark was gone now so I was left all alone with her. She hit me hard across the face. "Stupid! Retard! Why can't you be better?! Be more like everyone else!" She screamed at me constantly and then pushed me onto the floor. I sat there, rocking myself, just the way she had left me, long into the night. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep, my screams from multiple nightmares echoing of the walls endlessly.

The feels train just hit me. I feel so bad for Jack and I was the one who wrote this! Sorry I'm such TØP trash and keep making references but if you're gonna read this, you've gotta get used to me being trash. Anyway, there's room in the trash can for a few more people anyway. I invite you to join me! Also, get used to the timings of my updates but if you're in America it's fine. Right now in my time it's about 11 30 in the night. Oops! Bug if you enjoyed this vote to let me know and write a comment! If you haven't subbed, do! So yeah, I'll keep updating daily no matter how little people read it cause I wanna see what happens. Idk what happens, I just write! So I'm fine by myself! Woooo!
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