My Demons (A Septiplier Fanfic)

Stay, Stay, Stay-Part 4

A/N: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SELF-HARM!!!!! If you are in any way upset by, triggered by, or offended by Self-Harm, please DO NOT READ!!!
If you are struggling with Self-Harm, please know that you are NOT alone. You are loved and wanted. You are so important. If you want to, please do not hesitate to message me. I love you guys. <3
Also there's a lot of swearing.
......And yes, the title is a Taylor Swift reference.....WHAT OF IT?! Lol

Mark rolled over in Jack's bed. His eyes opened slightly, and he saw Jack lying on his back, looking at his phone. "Hmmm..." Mark murmured. Jack looked over. "Hi." He said. "What time is it?" Mark asked groggily, moving to lean on his elbow. "8:40." Jack said, keeping his eyes on his screen. "How long've you been awake?" Mark asked, moving his free arm around Jack's abdomen. Jack moved down under the covers self-consciously. "Not long." He said. He sounded nervous. Mark sat up more. "What are you looking at?" He asked. "I'm just making sure everything on my channel got up properly." Jack said. Mark nodded. "You eat?" He asked. Jack shook his head. "I knew I'd wake you if I got up. Or if you woke up and I was gone you'd freak out..." He said, taking a deep breath. Mark yawned. "Okay. Well, I'm hungry. So let's get food." He said. He stood up and stretched. "I'm not that hungry." Jack said, still not looking up from his phone. "You didn't eat dinner last night." Mark noted. "So?" Jack said casually. "So. You're eating. Come on." Mark said. Jack didn't move. "Alright." Mark sat at the foot of the bed. "If you're so hungry go make food." Jack said. Mark looked at him. Jack didn't respond.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Mark's phone rang. "It's Bob." He said. He answered. "Hey man."
"Hey Mark. You still on for recording Rocket League?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, I should be...Uh, can Jack record with us?" Mark asked. This made Jack look up. He shook his head, frowning.
"Yeah sure!" Bob said.
"Cool. Okay. So what time works for you?" Mark asked. Jack stood up, drawing his hand across his neck in a "No way!" signal, but Mark ignored him.
"Like, um...6:15?" He said.
"Sure that works for me." Bob said.
"Cool beans. I'll talk to you later." Mark said. He hung up, and Jack was immediately yelling at him.
"Mark what the fuck?!" Mark slipped his phone into his pocket. "It'll be fun." He said. "No! I'm not doing it!" Jack yelled. "Don't be stupid Jack. Of course you are." Mark said. "No I'm fucking not!" Jack said loudly. Mark closed his eyes, feeling his head beginning to hurt. "Okay-Alright...Look I'll talk to Bob later." He said. Jack was quiet. He hadn't expected Mark to comply so easily. Mark noticed that Jack had gone silent, and challenged him. "What??" He said. Jack quickly looked away. Mark sighed. "Look, I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat. Okay? That'll make us both feel better." He said. Jack didn't argue.

*Meep* Hello. Author here. Just a quick thingy...Italics are thoughts. It'll be clear who's talking. (Or...Thinking...You know what I mean.) ^_^
The boys sat down at a table in a local restaurant that they both liked. Mark instantly picked up his menu. Jack crossed his arms on the table, but not before pulling his sleeves down farther over his palms. He wasn't hungry. He didn't feel like eating. Mark set down his menu loudly, making Jack jump. "I know what I'm getting!" He said happily. Jack forced a quick smile. He could feel it becoming more and more difficult to breathe. "Already?" He said. "Yep! I come here all the time!" Mark said. Jack chuckled.

Not now. Not while I'm with Mark. Breathe...Drink water. Jack choked, coughing. Slowly you fucking moron.

"You okay?" Mark asked. Jack nodded, wiping his mouth. "Yeah! I'm fine. Water went down the wrong pipe." He said. "Good job." Mark joked. "Shut up!" Jack said, laughing. Oh God he knows...Mark knows something's up. I gotta get out of here...