It's Too Late (Septiplier)

3.

~Jack~

I was walking home for the day and a shadow crossed over the rays of sun that shone down upon me. I looked up to see James, Matt, and Milo.

James swiftly grabs onto my arm with his tight grip making me unable to get away. I turn back to my ragdoll form as he lifts me up off the ground. I dangle in the air waiting. I knew that I was to become a punching bag for the three of them.

I look down at the ground. I see my shadow on the pavement. There was a shadow of a hand that connected with my side. I felt the sharp pain as I was being dropped from James hands.

Everything seemed to slow as I fell the few inches to the ground. My head started to tip backwards as I fell. Before the impact, I saw something standing behind me. It was Mark and before I hit the pavement, I saw his expression. Solemn, conflicted. Then his sad face went away, as did all of my surroundings.

~Mark~

I stuffed my hands in my pocket as I walked along the sidewalk. I was walking home slowly and quietly. I was thinking about Jack. Who is he and what else is going on in his life. I never thought to ask those questions before, but now I see how important it is that I do.

As I thought about this, I walked up to something. It was James, Matt, and Milo.

And Jack.

I watched as James held him up with one hand and punched him with the other. He let go and Jack came falling down. However, before his head hit the concrete he locked eyes with me.

I could help but feel awful for him. I'm flabbergasted that I used to do that to him. Once he hit the ground, he was knocked out. As James looked upon what he had done with a smile he realized I was there.

"Sup?" he asked. I didn't even register that he was talking to me as I looked upon Jack's limp body.

"Dude, like what the fuck? Are going to answer me or what?" James yelled this time. I jumped as I realized he was talking to me.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today." I said scratching the back of my head.

"Yeah, I could tell," muttered Milo as Matt and James looked at me.

"How about you come to my place for a party to get your mind off whatever it's thinking about," James said excitedly.

"Nah. I'm not really feeling up to it."

"Come on Mark! There's going to be booze and weed and a lot of hot bitches!" James said.

"No thanks," I said.

"Come on man! Tits! Tits, Mark, tits! I know you like tits," Matt started, but I cut him off.

"No. Can't you respect my decisions!" I pushed past them and walked out of sight. I snuck into some bushes and waited for them to leave.

"Fuckin' Mark." I heard one of them say as I watched them walk off towards James house. As soon as I could no longer see them, I walked out of the bush and back towards Jack.

He was still laying on the ground, but he was whimpering. I sat down next to him as I saw clear streams of tears run down his face. I rubbed circles in his back, trying to sooth him. I don't know why I did that. It just sort of happened. I felt it was necessary. So I did.

As I did so he questioned,

"Mom? Is that you?" I said nothing as he continued, "I thought you were dead. Does that mean that they finally killed me? Does it mean that I never have to go through hell ever again? Does it mean I'm in heaven with you, mum? If it's true then why do I still hurt?" He paused again. When he started again his voice was barely a whisper.

"Mom, if I'm here with you why do my wrists still itch? Why am I still depressed? Why can I still feel the slap from father? Why can I feel bruises on my jaw and my stomach? Why did you have to leave me?"

I was in shock at the words that came from his mouth. I became more worried as he shook with sobs. I continued rubbing his back when I thought of what I could do. I sung to him.

"He wakes up early today
Throws on a mask that will alter his face
Nobody knows his real name
But now he just uses one he saw on a grave

He pretends he's okay
But you should see
Him in bed late at night, he's petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor

He thinks that faith might be dead
Nothing kills man faster than his own head
He used to see dreams at night
But now he's just watching the backs of his eyes

He pretends he's okay
But you should see
Him in bed late at night, he's petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor

Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favor and try to ignore
When you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor

'Cause nobody knows he's alive."

I look down at Jack and I see him turn and wipe his eyes. His eyes meet mine and he realizes what I was doing. He gets up and runs. And I grow confused. I did something good, right?