Help Me! {Completed}

Dream or Reality (Pt 2)

I shot up in bed and looked around. I didn't see who was in my dream. I saw Mark instead, sleeping. I let out a sigh of relief and looked down and looked at my chest and stomach. No marks, other than the ones I made obviously. I looked at my arms, and saw blood. The cuts in the dream, where here. It was real? I felt Mark move, and saw he had his eyes open.

“Hey Jack. You okay,” he asked concerned, sitting up. As the color from my face left, I pulled my arms to my chest.

“Mark it wasn't my fault. I don't know what happened or how it happened. Please don't be mad. I promise it wasn't me. I don't know what happened,” I said quickly.

“Jack, what happened?” He asked calmly. I slowly showed him my cut up arms. His face shown nothing but anger. He got up from back and walked around the room, quickly getting dressed. “Damn it Jack!” He yelled.

“Mark,” I tried to get up, but he walked to me and pushed me back onto the bed.

“Stay!” He pointed and started for the door.

“Mark! No Mark please!” I jumped out of bed and ran after him. I was too late, and got a door to my face. I dropped to my knees and looked at the door, “Mark!” I cried, looking up the ceiling. “Mark you said you'd stay. You said you won't leave!” I sat there crying for what seemed like hour but were merely minutes.

“Jack?” said a voice. I looked behind me, and saw someone in a shadow. It wasn't the one from the dream, it was someone different. I went to speak, until it stepped out.

“You? You're real?” I asked, standing up, walking to him.

“Yes,” he said calmly. “I know what happened, I am truly sorry.”

“Don't be,” I stated bluntly looking down when I standing in front of him, “it was coming sooner or later.” I looked up at him, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you the, voice, in my head?” He nodded.

“That I am. Why do you ask?”

“I just want to know and make sure. That, and I wanna go.” I looked at me confused, and I looked down.

“Oh,” he understood what I meant, “are you sure?”

“I thought you wanted me to can with you? Now you're questioning it?” I grinned.

“Ha ha, very funny. But, yes and yes. Though I wanted you to come with me, I still want to make sure you want to come.”

“Huh, okay. But yes, I'm sure.” I crossed my arms across my chest, “I don't wanna be here anymore. I don't want to live without Mark. I know it sounds stupid, but it's the truth.” He set a hand on my shoulder.

“It's not stupid at all.” He walked over and motioned me to follow and sit on the bed. “I can help with making you not feel so much pain, unless you want to, but you have to do the rest. That's how this has to work. You sure?” I nodded.

“What do I have to do?” He snapped his fingers and a razer appeared in his hand, and pointed to my wrists. “Oh, okay.” I took it and put it above my wrist. “Yeah, could you make it hurt less?” He nodded and put two fingers on my wrist, a little shock went through my body but it didn't hurt, then he pulled them back. I put the blade back on my wrist, but hesitated.

“Jack?” He asked after a few moments of hesitation.

“Anti, I can't. But I want to.”

“Think about every thing that angers you. Think about the bullying in school, about how Mark and every boyfriend that has left and hurt you.” I thought hard and remembered everything. I subconsciously pushed the blade on my wrist, pushing so hard it started to draw without moving it. I looked down at it and drug it as hard and fast as I could across. Then, I did the same with the other wrist. I watched the crimson run down my arms and off onto the floor. From all the blood-loss, I started to get light headed. I felt my body lean left and right, trying to keep balance. I felt him wrap an arm around me, pulling me to him so I leaned again him and set my head on his shoulder.

“Th-thanks A-anti.” I said with a smile.

“Of course Jacky.” he smiled as well, and kissed the top of my head. My eyes started to fluttered close, “see you soon Jack.” And everything went dark.