Jack's POV
I sat in the bathroom sobbing to myself. How did Mark see? He didn't see last time. I don't even know I he knew about last time.
But I knew what Mark said was true but I just couldn't bring myself to believe his words. My heart ached just like the cuts on my arms stung. I just wanted to feel happy.
I heard the door open downstairs and Trish talking to Mary. I freaked out and climber to my feet, washing my arms off from all the blood and snuck into my room. I found a jumper that would cover my arms and quickly put it on as I heard a nock at my door.
"Jack? Are you in there?" Mary called through the door. I jumper on my bed and made it look like I was doing something before answering.
"Uh, y-yeah. I'm in here." Dam my stuttering. The door opened and Mary stepped in with a worried expression.
"Trish told me she took you in to give some evidence on you parent. How are you feeling?" She asked slowly while taking a seat on the end of the bed.
"Okay I guess. It's nothing too dramatic," I said waving my arms slightly before quickly moving them back down to my lap, afraid she might have seen.
"That's good. But remember, if you ever feel like you need to talk, we're here for you okay," she said softly. Mark's words resurfaced in my head.
"Ah... Thanks," I said looking down. She was silent for a moment before putting a hand on my wrist.
She was trying to comfort me but I panicked and pulled my hand away. She looked at me confused before realization hit her.
"You didn't," she said in disbelief. I just hung my head and pulled at the sleeves of my jumper.
I expected her to scream and yell at me but she didn't. Instead she gently pulled me into a hug.
"Its okay. You'll be okay. But please, Please don't hurt yourself," she spoke softly.
I opened my mouth to respond but not words came out. Tears streamed down my face and soon enough I was full on sobbing again.
I cried too much. Crying showed you're weak. It showed how weak I was. It showed how broken I was. How imperfect I was. I don't know why anyone would want to even be around someone like me. But the still do... Why?
"If you feel like it, the girls are playing some games with Aaron and Robert. You can join them if you want. It might help you feel better," she continued to talk in her soft tone. I nodded my head to show I heard her.
She gave me a weak smile before leaving me to clean myself up. I washed my face and put some thin bandages on that I found in the cupboard.
The blades I had used caught me eye but I shook away any bad thoughts and returned to my bedroom, changing jumpers since this one was a bit too uncomfortable, before heading downstairs.
Mary was in the kitchen when I passed and she gave me a reassuring nod and motioned for me to go to the lounge.
As I got closer I heard the music from the game and everyone's voices. I figured out from the sounds that they were playing Overwatch.
I stepped into the room and Minx looked at me before patting the spot next to her. I gave a weak smile and sat down, watching them and play until the round ended.
"Are you okay Jack?" Minx asked as she set up my controller.
I didn't trust myself to speak or I might start crying so I just nodded. She looked at Dodger before handing me my controller.
We played for a little while before Mary came in and told us dinner was ready. I sat in silence as everyone else chatted about their days.
"So how was your day Jack?" I heard Dodger ask. I looked up at her and gave a meak 'alright' before looking back at my food. The table was silent for a while before Minx spoke up.
"Are you alright? Seriously, you aren't usually quiet unless something is wrong." I froze at her words. I quickly glance at Mary to help but Dodger spoke first.
"You know you can talk to us right. We're your friends. We want to help." I looked back down and placed my cutlery down.
"I can't be helped...," I mumbled under my breath. It was barely audible but I knew that heard me. It was silent and I hated it.
"Ja-" Dodger started but I cut her off.
"Can I be excused?" Mary gave me a sympathetic look before nodding. I got up and slowly walked to my room. Once inside I closed the door and broke down into tears.
I hated crying but it seemed like the only thing I ever did. Just cry like the baby I am. I don't know why Mark loves me. I'm just a waste of time. I don't deserve anyone...
Mark's POV
I was able to calm down after a while and thought I may as well see if Jack felt any better.
Are you feeling better now Jack?
He didn't reply instantly which was expected but once an hour had passed I began to worry. I tried writing more but I still didn't get a response.
"Come on Jack? Where are you?" I whispered to myself. What had happened to him?
Jack's POV
After crying for a while I felt Mark write something to me.
Are you feeling better now Jack?
No, I'm not better. I'm worse. I don't belong to be in this world. I don't belong with him.
I ignored his message and climbed into bed, falling asleep soon after because of how much I had cried. Mark wouldn't care, he shouldn't...
I cri, erry Tim. Y do I do dis?
