It's Too Late (Septiplier)

15.

~Mark~

I hadn't seen Jack all day, which is strange since he is in my first block class. I heard he was here second period though. I wonder what happened to him. I never saw him at lunch, I never do.

It was in my next class when I realized the snickering that was going on around me. I was a bit confused. Once class ended, I decided to ask Amy about it.

"Amy, do you have any idea why everyone is snickering while their around me?" I ask her as we walked to our next class together.

"You mean you don't know?" Amy said in surprise. I shook my head at her.

"Sean," she started.

"Jack," I corrected her.

"Right," she rolled her eyes at me, "Anyways, it was found out that he has a crush on you." I looked at Amy strangely.

"No, Amy, he's just a friend." I said. She rolled her eyes at me again.

"Why don't you believe me?" she asked.

"Because I know Jack, and he's not like that. I think."

"There you go. 'You think.' Mark, even you don't know. The word has been going around. Why can't you just believe me for once? I am your girlfriend after all."

"It's not you, Amy. It's just that I don't want to believe any rumor that is going around." I said with a small smile.

"Fine," she grumbled, "can we just drop the topic?"

"Sure, there really isn't that much more to say anyways."

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School had just ended and I expected to see Jack waiting for me like he does sometimes. But he wasn't there. That's when I started to get worried. I walked home thinking about Jack.

Where was he? Is he okay? Did he get hurt? Was it just a rumor that he was at school and he didn't actually show up at school? Is he avoiding me? What happened to him?

I snapped out of my thoughts when a car whizzed in front of me. I had almost stepped into the road, without thinking about it first. I then carefully walked the rest of the way home.

Once I made it home, I decided to call him. I ran to my room and dropped my bag, dialing his number. It kept ringing until it put me to voicemail.

Maybe he just couldn't get it. I tried again. The same thing happened. I got really worried. Normally Jack would answer my calls. I texted him. No response there. My nerves were going insane. I was extremely worried about him.

My worry got to the point where I couldn't take it. I leapt off my bed and grabbed the keys to the car. My older brother asked me where I was going.

"To a friends," I said quickly.

"You're going to need this if you are going to drive," he said as he handed me my drivers license. I thanked him and hurried to the car.  During the drive, I could barely focus on the road. I was too worried about Jack.

Finally, I arrived at his house. It felt like the drive took forever. I hoped out of the car and rushed to the door. There weren't any cars on the driveway other than mine, so it seemed as if his father wasn't home. I knocked on the door. Nothing. I banged on it. Still nothing.

I grunted in frustration. I knew something wasn't right. I then reached for the doorknob. I turned it slowly. It was open. I walked in. This just didn't feel right but what choice do I have. I closed the door behind me and saw Jacks bag on the ground. He's in here.

I walked around. Looking for him. I opened doors, looking for him. All the doors I opened so far held not a single sign of Jack. Then I opened it. It looked as if to be a room. It was small and very empty except for a bed, a dresser and a boy heaped on the floor with am empty bottle of vodka next to him. Jack.

I ran over to him. My breaths were shaky. His eyes were closed, hopefully just sleeping. Then I noticed something. His shirt was soaked with blood. I flipped him over carefully and peeled off his shirt.

A bloody bandage covered his thin stomach. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed stuff to clean up his belly with. Once I was back with him, I started to clean up his stomach. I then said,

"Siri, call 911." 

Immediately, the call went through and a lady picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hello, um, I have my friend here who seems to be passed out from drinking too much and..."

"How old is he?" The lady cut me off.

"Around seventeen I think. Also he bleeding profusely from his stomach and they seem to be self-inflicted." I said in a shaky voice.

"Where are you?" she asked. I told her the street address.

"Alright, ambulances are on their way. However, I will need you to try to stop some of the blood as the ambulances are on their way. Do you know how?" she asked me.

"Yes."

"Good, would you like me to stay on with you?"

"No it's fine," I said.

"Okay, just be careful." she said and hung up. I then concentrated back on Jack. I wiped off the dry blood off of him and put pressure there to stop some of the blood. When I picked up the towel off of his body, I could see the cuts. They had been formed into words. They spelt out 'love is love." I didn't think much of it at first. I couldn't. I had too much adrenaline pumping through my body and I couldn't think straight. 

I barely even noticed that the medics had come to take him to the hospital. They put him on a stretcher and took him to the ambulance. They offered me to ride with him. I accepted.

It seemed like the ride didn't even exist as I now sat in the waiting room as they cared for Jack. It was then when my mind got itself back together again.

"Love is love." I then thought back to what Amy had told me earlier. My eyes widened. Did he really...?

You all hate me now. Yeah I know. Y'all be like, "Da FUCK, why you do dis to me?" Ugh cringe, remind me to never use y'all again. But yeah, evil author here to kill all of your dreams. LOL, no but yeah at the same time. I'm going insane I think. I haven't watched Markimoo's or Jackaboy's videos yet today and I'm dying bc I was being super productive with wattpad today and because I had dinner with my parents. WELP, I hope you enjoyed and I'm going to go watch some youtube. BYEEEEEE!