No, God No

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Marks POV

I heard jacks name on the speaker. I looked over at Phil. He looked confused also.

I raised my hand. "Can I use the bathroom." He nodded. I walked out.

I saw jack down the hallway. I ran to him. "Jack!" I kinda yelled to get his attention. He looked at me but quickly looked away. Why?

Jacks POV

I remembered what josh said. I looked away from Mark. He looked so hurt. But I stood strong.

He stopped and I still walked. I turned the corner as a tear slid down my face. I hated doing this.

Marks POV

Jack walked away. He actually walked away like something happened. Did I do anything? I'm so confused.

I felt an arm wrap around me. I looked to see who it was. When I realized who it was I quickly turned away. "What the fuck do you want josh?" He grinned.

"You." Before I could answer, I felt a pair of lips on mine. I stood there shocked but pulled away. "Get the fuck away from me." Then I went into the bathroom. The mirror was shattered. Then I remembered jacks hand. Oh no.

Jacks POV

I saw josh kiss Mark. I ran as fast as I could. Tears streaming down my face. I screwed up everything. I'm what's wrong. If I'm not hurting myself I'm hurting everyone around me and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm broken.

I'm so stupid. I want to die. Please, take me now. No one will miss me. I want to take a gun to my head or tie a rope around my neck.

I remembered that I had my blade with me. I hope you're happy Mark. I sat in an ally and cut. I cut to deep. Blood was coming out fast. My vision faded. Finally freedom.

Ethan's POV

I was walking down the street when I came upon a sketchy ally. I looked down there to see a teenager bleeding from his wrist.

I ran up to him. "Sir?!?" I yelled. He lost a lot of blood.

But I shook him and he had his eyes open a little. "I'm calling an ambulance ok?!?" I said as reached for my phone.

"No please don't." He begged. "Are you sure?" I asked confused. "Y-yes I don't need another hospital call."

I was worried for him. "Do you want to come to my house? I can clean you up."

"O-ok I'll go." I made his hand go over my shoulder. He limped to my house.

Why would he do this to himself?

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