It's Too Late (Septiplier)

19.

Trigger Warning: descriptive cutting.

~Jack~

I started to panic at the intimidating women that stood in the doorway. During my panic, I jump out of the couch and realized I was only wearing boxers. I then plunge back into my seat and wrapped a blanket around me.

Amy stomped her way over to us, slamming the door behind her. Once she reached Mark, he held out his hands and tried to calm her down. I could tell he had no idea why she was angry. I had a feeling that it involved me.

"MARK!"

"What it is babe?" I felt like I wanted to barf.

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE HERE?" I cowered under my blanket with only my eyes peeking out.

"He had something terrible happening so I offered him to stay here."

"SO IT WAS YOUR IDEA!?" Amy poked Mark in the stomach harshly, blaming him for my awful existence.

"Yes it was." Mark calmly responded. Always able to keep calm in these situations. How does he do it?

"I knew it, I knew you were a fucking gay piece of shit Mark." Amy glared at Mark as she hissed out those words.

"What? No! Amy, I'm not gay." My face fell. 

"Really?" she genuinely asks.

"Yeah," Mark said with a smile. He then put his on her neck and pulled her close. He leaned in and so did she, they locked lips. My poor glass heart was just dropped onto concrete and shattered into tiny little pieces.

My glass heart had just started to be glued back together again by the same person who just broke it. But now I don't see any point of anyone putting it back together again.

Blanket still wrapped around me, I get up and drift past the two and made my way upstairs. Mark doesn't notice. I didn't expect him too. I know now that he doesn't actually care for me. He's to busy kissing that fucking sorceress.

I walk into Mark's room and sit on his bed. I love that he forgets about those fucking texts he read me in the hospital. I love how he forgets all the suspicions he's had about her. I love how he doesn't see how shitty she really is.

But I can't be mad at him. No, I can never be mad at him.

However, I can blame myself. I always blame myself. Even when I don't have to. I just do and I can't stop.

I look down at my arms. Oh how they itch so badly. But my razor's at home and Mark will be disappointed. But I need this.

I grab the pants I was wearing yesterday, not caring how smelly they are and walked downstairs. Mark and Amy were in the kitchen, talking and eating. I pause for a moment and watch them having fun talking to one another.

Mark really did forget about me...

I turned and walked out the door. I stuffed my hands inside my jeans and started walking. It was slightly cold out today and I shivered slightly. I walk faster than I normally would because I wanted this. I needed it.

I know I promised myself I wouldn't do it again because it upset Mark. Well that promise to myself was broken the moment I became upset by Mark. Unfortunately, there is always promises unkept.

I open the door into my house. Father's not home, good. I don't want him to be. I make my way up to the bathroom and turn on the water in the bathtub. When it reaches half-way I turn it off. I grab my razor.

I only look at it for a second. It shined in the light. I step into the tub making the cuffs of my jeans soak in the water. I take a deep breath and look down at my arm. I push it deep into my skin and slowly pull it through my skin.

I feel a small weight being lifted off of me. But it's not enough. I add more and more cuts until my arms are a bleeding mess and the water started to turn red. I need more.

I moved down to my legs. I sat in the bloody water, not caring about anything. I pushed up my sopping wet pant leg and started leaving deep cuts. Push, pull, slice. Over and over again I do this. After awhile I felt this sort of pseudo-happy.

Everything was a great big happy blur, I smiled weakly at what I'd done. The water was completely blood red and the clothes I was wearing were completely soaked with the bloody water.

I then dropped the razor which landed with a plunk in the deep red water. I felt quite woozy and I leaned back in the bathtub, my head resting against the edge of the tub.

~Mark~

I heard the door open as I caught up with Amy. I got up and Amy followed me. I stepped out onto the porch and saw Jack speed-walking down the sidewalk. I sighed.

"Amy, I really need to follow him."

"Alright," Amy huffed, "can you at least take me home first." I nodded. Hopefully Jack won't get himself into too much trouble before I can get to him.

The car ride consisted of Amy blabbering about nothing and everything, occasionally there would be a song on the radio that she sung, and me only half-listening to what she is saying and the other half is thinking about Jack.

Once we arrived at her house, she gave me a kiss and got out of the car. I sighed and pulled out of the driveway. I drove back to my house and I passed Jacks house. I immediately knew that Jack had to be there. I mean, where else would he be?

I parked the car and ran to the front door. I knocked multiple times without an answer. I grumbled as I slowly opened the front door. Of course it was open. I swear, every time it's open. I made my way in with slight hesitation. I walked around and saw a light shine from under the bathroom door.

I turned the handle. It was unlocked.

"Jack?" I called as I opened the door. There was no response. I immediately knew something was wrong. I walked in and came into a horrific sight. Jack passed out in a pool of bloody water. I rushed over and reached under his body and felt for the plug. Once I grasped onto it, I pulled it and the water around Jack started to drain.

Once the water was drained, I could see what was actually going on. The bathtub had a light pink stain on it now from the blood, and something small was at the bottom. I looked at it closer, it was a razor.

All along Jacks arms and legs were cuts that were still bleeding a bit. He was still wearing my shirt which was now soaked as well as his pants. I gasped as tears poured out of my eyes. I quickly wiped them off as I know I have to start caring for him right now.

I pull off his shirt and pants throw them off to the side of the tub. I then rummage through the cabinets in the bathroom where I find bandages and ointment for cuts and gashes. I rub the ointment all over his arms and legs and then wrap them up in the bandages.

He is still wearing my boxers, which are also soaked in bloody-water, but I'm not going to take those off. He wouldn't want me to. I grab a towel and run to his room and place it on his bed. I then return to the bathroom and scoop up Jack into my arms. I transfer him to his bed and lay next to him.

Once he is safely on the bed, I lay down next to him. I don't think he knows I'm there, but I still believe it's comforting him.

Hey guys, sorry for the late update. I was having a rough day today. Also I probably won't be able to update tomorrow or Thursday. Tomorrow I have to watch over my grandma and on Thursday I'm going to my mother's collage classes with her. She is in graphic design and art which I absolutely adore so it should be fun. I hope you guys enjoyed!