Warning: Contains self-harm...
Mark's POV
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Did Jack no longer love me? Am I that unloved? Did he simply fall out of love with me..?
I push away the thought and dig for a razor. Jack will never know what I'm about to do. He wouldn't care either. He was the one that left the razor in my bathroom, I might as well use it.
I lock the door and sit on the bathroom floor.
Jack's POV
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"Ju-just one kiss, please?" Felix whined.
"Just one?" I cautiously asked.
"Yes, th-then I'll never speak about it again.."
"Ok, just one.." I sighed as Felix wrapped his arms around my waist once more.
I let my lips touch his, it felt so wrong, yet so right. I hated it, but I wanted more.
The kiss was sloppy, not full of love, nor compassion. We were desperate, both of us. He wanted someone the help him forget about Cry, and I wanted someone to help me forget about what I had just said to Mark. I pulled away and slightly pushed Felix away.
It wasn't right, what just happened was a mistake. Just didn't love him, he didn't love me. I loved Mark, I need to go talk to him.
"What's wrong?" Felix asked.
"I-I gotta go." I replied rushing back inside the house.
Mark's Pov
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As the cold metal touches my skin is hear the door shut. Jack was back inside. I don't care though, I just want my pain to end.
"Mark?" Jack's voice echoed through the quiet house.
I slide the blade slowly, cutting into my skin as I sobbed in pain.
One cut for being unloveable.
"MARK! Where are you?" Jack yelled.
Another cut for being worthless.
Jack knocked on the door loudly, "Mark, come out, I can hear you crying, please."
My sobs growing louder as the cuts got deeper.
Two more for being Useless..
"Mark you have 3 seconds before I break this door!"
Three more for causing Jack pain.
"One!"
Another for being an idiot.
"Two!"
A few more for thinking I was worthy of Jack.
"Three!!"
One last cut, deeper then the rest, for ruining Jack's life.
My vision growing blury as my consciousness slipped away.
The door being hit, hard.
The sight of my blood, spilling out of my wrist, covering the bathroom floor.
I deserve it.
The door breaks as Jack hits it one last time.
All I see is black as my eyes shut.
Is this it for me?
Will I finally be free?
(A/N)
I am so dead, arn't I?
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أدب الهواةJack was being picked on due to his sexuality, little did he know his football star crush was soon going to be more than just his bully. They spark a relationship after they are assigned to be partners on a project.
