It's Too Late (Septiplier)

21.

~Jack~

I woke up again, Mark was gone, just like yesterday. I huffed at the thought. Is this how it's going to be? Him gone every morning and I can only spend time with him in the afternoon. I shrug it off and found another note on the nightstand.

The note was very familiar to the one I got from Mark yesterday except this one was thanking me for putting up with his break down last night. I only gave a little laugh. It's the least I could do for him after all the shit I put him through.

I don't bother getting dressed and immediately go down stairs. On the kitchen table I see a plate with toast, eggs and bacon. I know it's for me, but there is something in my body that says that I can't do this to myself.

It says that I'm fat. It's says if I eat anything then I will become fat and Mark won't like me anymore. Even if I know it's not true, even if I know I need it, it's very difficult to break the cycle I have put myself through. I'm completely torn at what to do. Mark wants me to eat, that's why he left out the plate, but I'm also being held down by strings and they're too hard to break out of.

I sigh and can't resist. I sit on the couch as I convince myself I'm not hungry.

I sit there for who knows how long and I stare at the blank screen of the television. I only sit there and ponder, swimming through my thoughts. Very familiar thoughts are surfacing.

You're too fat.

You're too ugly.

No one loves you.

You aren't good enough and you never will be.

How could you let it get this far?

Why are you still here?

Why do you have to be like this?

Why aren't you normal?

No wonder everybody hates you.

Mark isn't your friend.

Join your mother.

I'm now drowning. I grasp my head as these thoughts hiss through my brain. Why is this happening? Why?

I start to breathe heavily and I burst into tears. I curl up into a ball as cover my ears. I lay down in the same position as silent tears roll down my cheeks. I don't know what's going on. I start shaking and I unconsciously start calling for Mark.

I don't know how long I was there for, but I was brought out of whatever I was going through when I saw a face of comfort in front of mine. It was Mark. He had me cradled up in his arms like newborn baby.

I stopped crying and my mind cleared up.

"Mark..." I manage to push out.

"Oh Jack! Oh my goodness, what happened?" Mark asked as he pet my hair.

"I don't know." Mark sighed and hugged me tightly. 

"I was so worried about you." I leaned into his embrace and buried my head into his neck. Whenever I breathed, he would giggle.

"Jack!" he giggled, "Your breath is tickling my neck."

I obviously then had to take a deep breath and let all out into the crook of his neck. (No matter what way I wrote this it still sounds wrong).

Mark then erupted into a fit of giggles. He tried to push me off and succeeded as he was much stronger then me. I fall backwards on the couch and Mark lands on top of me. My legs were underneath his and his hands rested beside my head, holding himself up.

I immediately start to blush and I look up and Mark was blushing too. I've never seen him blush before but it's adorable. It also makes him look super innocent with his heart-melting brown eyes.

However, Mark got up in his flustered state and rushed into the kitchen. I flipped around and watched him leave. I got up and followed him in to find him leaning up against the counter, with blush still painted on his cheeks.

I leaned up against him and he started to blush even more.

"Mark, what's up?" I asked.

"I don't want this to be about me Jack, you were just having a freak out only a few minutes ago, and that concerns me," Mark answered.

"I still don't know what that was about. I think it was just something that overtook me. It was just thoughts I've had in the past that resurfaced itself." I shrugged it off.

"I don't know Jack, I don't want this to be happening all the time. It scares me." Mark admits. I looked down at my feet.

"Sorry." Mark turned to me with a look of shock on his face.

"Jack! It's not your fault! It's just that I worry too much about your wellbeing is all, and it scares me when something happens to you because I want you to be okay!" I look back up at Mark and give a some-what sheepish smile.

"However, I do believe that we need to take you to see a psychologist." I felt my face drop at Mark's words,

"What! No! I don't need to go there!" Mark only gives me a look.

"Are you so sure about that?" he asks.

"Yes!" I yell and cross my arms.

"Jack, I want to help you and by the look of the still full breakfast plate, I can't do it on my own." I sigh as I glance over at the plate on the table. It's been out on the table the entire day and the kitchen smells like rotten egg.

Mark walks over to the plate and brushes off the food into the garbage. He then stuck the dirty plate into the sink and folded his arms looking directly at me.

"Jack, you need to eat something," Mark said sternly.

"I know I do Mark, but it's not that easy. Not eating is a habit I put myself through that I can't get out of easily." Mark sighed and started to make something.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Sit." He ordered and I sat down at the kitchen table. Soon he set down a small plate of spaghetti in front of me. He smiled as he pulled a chair up next to mine and sat down. I looked at him and then at the spaghetti, my face curled up into a look of disgust.

Mark sighed and picked up the fork on the plate.

"If you're not going to eat it yourself, then I'll feed it to you."

I looked at him and he pulled up a forkful of spaghetti.

"I'm not a baby, M-" before I could finish the fork was shoved into my mouth by a smirking Mark. The spaghetti tasted absolutely amazing. I chewed it slowly and swallowed it. I looked at Mark, he was so excited when I swallowed it. He quickly twirled the spaghetti onto the fork and fed it to me.

I was actually enjoying it! I even ate the whole thing without even realizing it. Mark was so smiley and happy after I did that.

"YAY!!" Mark screamed. I smiled as he did a little dance as he put the empty bowl into the sink. He then picked me up and danced all around with me. I giggled uncontrollably as I was being swung around gently by Mark. He then plopped me down on the couch and sat down as well. I crawled up to him and leaned against him. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him and leaned my head onto his shoulder.

What the fuck was that chapter? It was mostly like a strange filler chapter that included lots of fluff and whatever happened to Jack in the beginning like wtf am I right? Wow that was a run-on sentence. Also, I updated FINALLY! lol yeah sorry bout that. I am back at school and I have to take state tests tomorrow next week, ugh. Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it. I also was hanging out with my friend yesterday so yeah. WHY IS IT ALREADY ALMOST MONDAY!?!?!?!?!?!?! I hope you enjoyed reading this weird chapter!