hidden life - septiplier

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Marks pov

Okay. It's the end of the day now all I have to do is look for jack. When i see him i stop and see wade push him harshly from behind. He drops all of his books and picks them up whilst on his knees, then Tyler comes from the back and hits his head causing his glasses to fall off. Poor dude. They walk away laughing whilst he has the same emotionless face, I walk up to him, pretending I didn't see what happened. "Hey do you wanna come over to my house for that project?"
"Umm when exactly,"
"Um Sunday maybe, at 2"
"Okay then I'll be there," he said, yet again with no emotion. He's like a fucking brick wall. I nod and start to walk home. He rushes to the side of the school so I decide to follow him. What even is he doing. I walk around and hear Tyler talking.
"How's it going fag,"
"What do you want,"
"We want you on the ground," he punches jack in the face and sends him to the ground. He grunts and gets back up, leaving his books on the ground. Wade grabs his arms as Tyler kicks him in the stomach. Oh god. I didn't even know about the bullying. Shit.
They laugh at jack as he's coughing on the ground.
"What's up gayboy, had enough. An anorexic nerd like you is going to go nowhere in life," they spat at him. He just stared into space blankly as he lost consciousness. When they where gone. As much as I wanted to help. I was just scared of what I had witnessed. I ran my way home. I'm kinda scared of my friends now. How could they be so violent.

The next day I decided not to walk with them and kinda keep my distance. It was usual. The same lessons. But jack wasn't in today.
I hope it wasn't anything serious.

Jacks pov.

Once I had woken up i walked home and I was greeted by my worried mum. "Oh my Lord, jack what happened. I got a call that you didn't show up to work, what happened. Was it them kids from school," she said examining my bruised face. I nodded as a tear slipped. One I had been holding all day. She hugged me tightly. "Oh jack don't cry, it will get better, I promise," only she knows about my depression. Only she has seen me at my worst. She had always been there for me.
Hell.
She had to knock pills out of my hand because I thought that if I were gone she'd be able to live normally.
I hugged back and she prompted me to get cleaned up and get in bed. I nodded and made my way to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw my ugly face, i had a massive bruises on my cheek and above my eye brow. I washed the mud off of my face and went and lay in bed.

Why did mark invite me to his house?
Whatever, I shan't be rude. It's good because Sunday is the only day that I don't work on. After school i work for 5 hours at a local book store, i love that job.
Maybe they're right.
I am just some wierd fag.
They've said other things.
I refuse to show any emotion.
I'm numb.
I'd honestly would've been better if I had swallowed them pills that day.

I slid down the wall and hugged my knees as i cried ugly sobs. How is this fair. My life is a fuck up. I get up and shuffle to my bedroom where I cry myself to sleep. At least mark dosent hate me... right?

(Time skip to sunday)

I woke up from my surprisingly good sleep, but I just didn't want to leave my bed, what's the point. People hate me anyways.

I get up after around 10 minutes of trying and i put on my skinny jeans and my ragged hoodie.

(After work at 7pm)

When i get in from my long shift I look in the fridge because I haven't eaten in days, I usually don't eat and leave the food for my mum. I just tell her that I've eaten already. I decide to make some pasta, i only have small portions, the doctor said it was a form of self harm. I guess so. But I deserve to starve, I'm so fat. After I've eaten I do My homework and start to walk to Marks house, he lives down the street from me but I don't think he knows. He lives in one of the semidetached houses, i knock on the door gently and wait. For our project I've brought my journal along with me for reference, I'll just keep it close to me so mark dosent get it.