It's Too Late (Septiplier)

20.

I was so planning on trolling you guys because it's April fools day but I didn't because I owe you guys an update that I said I would do yesterday but didn't.

~Jack~

I slowly open my droopy eyes. My vision was very blurry and I felt terrible. I blinked multiple times. The familiar sight of my empty bedroom surrounded me. I don't really remember much from however long it's been.

I try to move and check what time it was, but my limps ached. I hissed in pain. I heard rustling beside me, I turned my head. Mark was lying down next to me.

Why was he here? I then remembered what happened. Mark, girlfriend, cutting. I sigh at how weak I am, mentally and physically. I feel very guilty, Mark must have found me.

I continue looking at him, he fell asleep beside me. I want to scoot closer to him, but I can't. I'm in quite a bit of pain, but it's what I deserve. After awhile of staring at the ceiling I hear a rustling sound. It was Mark, he was waking up.

I see him sit up and look towards me. He was surprised to see me up.

"Jack," He started.

"Mark," I speak, my voice a bit raspy from not using it in awhile.

"Why?" He asked with a sad look on his face.

"Because I needed it."

"No you don't!" Mark argued, tears forming in his eyes. I look away, I didn't want to see his tears. It will only make me feel worse.

"Jack, I'm sorry," Mark paused and wiped his eyes, "I don't know what I did to make you do this, but..." I stop him there.

"It's not you entirely Mark, it's the feelings I get when I'm around you." I mutter the last part, somehow he still hears it.

"What do you mean, Jack?" I thought it was obvious what that meant.

"You know, never mind." I huff.

"Jack please, I want to know how to help you," Mark begs. I grow frustrated. My face scrunched up in pain as I sit up and face Mark.

"There is not helping me!" I cry, "I'm fucking gay Mark! Why don't you grab me, paint a rainbow on my forehead and leave me to die!" 

Mark gave me a strange look. Great, now he hates me. I turn away from him.

"Jack, why would I do that? I'm not going to leave you to die!" I then feel his masculine arms snake around my body. He's giving me a gentle hug. 

"I want to be here with you every step of the way!" I can just hear his smile. I turn around into his hug. I am pressed up against his chest and I start bawling.

"Shhh, Jack! I didn't mean for you to cry! I'm so sorry!" Mark apologizes.

"Mark," I say into his shirt, "I'm not crying because you made me sad, I'm crying because it means so much to me to hear you say that!"

I feel Mark start to pet my hair,

"Good," he whispered, " Also Jack, thank you for noticing my sexiness." I look up at him.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You do have a crush on me right?"

"Mayyybeeeee..."

"There you go, you have noticed how sexy I was and then fell in love with it." Mark joked. I giggled a bit. However there was still something that bugged me.

"Mark," I sighed.

"What?"

"Why did you kiss Amy? I thought you were suspicious about her."