Liar [Septiplier] [Book 2]

You're a liar

Trigger warning :'(
(Jacks POV)

Tears began to fill my eyes, I put Marks phone back where he had left it and hurried into the bathroom.

(They have 2 bathrooms okie?")

I shut and locked the door behind me, I slid my back down the door and cried into my hands.

I trusted him.

I may be a few years clean, but that doesn't mean I threw away my blades, but they were in my bedside drawer, hidden in a little pouch thing, Mark knew this to, I'm not sure why he hasn't gotten rid of them, Actually I do know why he hasn't.

Because he doesn't give an damn about me

I rushed over to the drawer and searched through all the shít I had in the drawer for my razors, that's when I heard the shower go off in the other bathroom.

Shít 

I started to throw all the things behind me, So it would be easier to find it, that's when I spotted the little pouch.

"Séan, what are you doing?"

Shít, again.

I grabbed the pouch and hurried to the bathroom, and quickly locked the door.

"Jack? What the hell are you doing?" He began to pound on the door.

I unzipped the pouch and dumped the razors out, I grabbed it in my hand and without hesitating carved the word "Liar" into my wrist, that's when the door was busted open.

"Jack?!" Mark said, he was panting.

I didn't reply, but I had a grin on my face, I don't exactly know why, but I really missed cutting, The feeling of your tearing skin, the feeling of the sting and pain, The sight of blood gushing from my wrists, I missed it.

Mark turned my body around and I could see his eyes fill with tears.

"Why?" He simply asked.

I decided to also say something simple to reply to him.

"You"

"What do you mean?"

I didn't respond, I just stared into nothing.

"I need to clean you up, Will you let me do that?"

I nodded my head.

He sighed and carefully lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it into the laundry basket, He then bent down and got a rag from over the sink and put pressure on my wrist, It hurt a bit, but I didn't tell him that.

He sighed again.

"It's been so long Jack, why'd you do it?"

I don't think he's notices that my wrist actually says "Liar" yet.

"You're a liar, you lied to me, over and over again"

"What are you talking about?"

"I thought you loved me"

"I do love you, Jack" I saw a tear roll down his face.

"Liar"

He removed the rag and it wasn't bleeding anymore, but there was still smeared blood on my wrist, so he wet the rag a bit and started wiping my wrist gently, that's when he notices what my wrist said.

"Liar?" He asked, still looking at my wrist

"What did I lie about?"

"Everything"