It's Too Late (Septiplier)

23.

~Jack~

"Mark, I-I would have told you if I-I remembered. I blocked it out, and avoided speaking about her. If you would have known then, then I would have been reminded of it. I'm sorry." I said, turning to face the window. Mark is most likely angry at my choice to keep it to myself and to forget about it.

"Jack, why are you apologizing? It's not your fault. I just felt terrible that you had to go through that. I wish I could have helped that's all." Mark said pulling into the driveway of his house. He turned off the car and turned to face me.

"S-so your not mad?"

"Of course not Jack! How could I possibly be mad at your for something like that? It's such a touchy subject, which is why it's understandable that you don't want to talk about it," Mark paused for a moment, "Jack, I just want you to understand, that I'm going to try my best to be with you whenever you need me."

"Try?"

"Yes, try. Because sometimes life doesn't follow your schedule, then things happen. And sometimes those things happen at the same time as something else to someone else. And if it happens to someone you want to be with, then it's difficult. But I'm going to try my best, okay." Mark says as he grabs my hands, closing them in his big strong ones.

I give him a nod,

"I will try my best to do the same for you Mark."  He only smiles at me and pulls me into a hug. Once we break apart, we both exit the car. Today it seems like Mrs. Fischbach is home early. Along with Mark's brother. From what I've heard, Mark's brother goes to his part time job after school, and his mother works very late.

We both enter the house. And greeting us was a man, about the same age as Mark's mother, who looks all dressed up in a business uniform. Mark freezes and a huge smile overtakes his face.

"Dad!" Mark yelled and ran up and hugged him.

"Mark! I've missed you and everybody else so much. And I'm not going back on any more business trips any time soon." Mark's dad said with a big warm smile as he hugged his son.

I stood there, watching. I felt sort of happy for Mark, but at the same time I didn't. I was being washed over with pain at the sight of such a happy family, something I will never be able to have. I wish my father would treat me like that. Mark's father looked at him with fondness and he felt joy when he saw Mark. My father looked down on me like I was the scum of the Earth, he hated me with a passion and felt the need to hurt me and wished that I never existed. And Mark's mother, he still had one, and one that loved him too; just like mine did once.

The more I looked at them, the more I felt abandoned and nauseous, very nauseous. I looked away and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and leaned over the toilet. I heaved and heaved, the first and second were dry, then I felt the acid rise, like poison in the back of my throat. I vomited the contents of my stomach into the bowl.

However, as I was emptying my stomach, there was a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice. It was Mark, not surprised. He might be the only one who actually cares for me. He opened up the door slowly and spotted me. He rushed over and sat beside me. He rubbed soothing circles on my back as I threw up. Once I finished, he wiped off my mouth with a piece of toilet paper and flushed the toilet.

He looked at me with concern as I lay on the cold bathroom floor. He moved closer to me and pulled me off the ground into a hug. I sat there for a minute, head on his shoulder, arms and legs wrapped around his body.

"Jack," he started, "What happened?" I didn't say anything right away, and Mark didn't pester me about it.

"I looked at how happy you are, with your family. It reminded me of what I didn't have, which made me feel nauseous the more I pondered the idea." I mumbled into his neck. Mark sighed, shivering slightly, and started to play with my hair.

"I don't know what to say Jack. Part of me wants to apologize for making you feel that way, but another part of me is saying that I can't help but have a family Jack."

"I know," I once again mumble into his neck, "It's really not your fault. It's my thoughts that twisted it like that. I should have been more happy for you than I was. So it's my fault." Mark squirms a bit under me, most likely from my breath on his neck.

"It's okay Jack, really. Lets just put his behind us and not think about it. Lets get out of the bathroom, okay?" I sigh, making him squirm even more than last time. I giggle a bit when I see this, improving my attitude. I liked being a tease to Mark.

"But Maaaaark!" I whine, "I'm comfy." I make sure to exaggerate the 'a' in Mark, making my breath hit his neck, just because I want to be a fucking tease.

I smirk lightly as Mark stands up, placing his arms around my back and my ass to hold me up. He then walks me back to the room and says,

"Your a fucking tease, you know."

"I know." I say with a small smile as Mark puts me down on his bed. He lays down next to me and smiles.

"It's nice to see you smile Jack. Even if it's a little one, because it's better than nothing. And if doing something stupid to me makes you smile, then I'll let you do stupid stuff to me all the time." He says looking at me.

Before I could say anything back to him, I hear,

"Mark! Dinner's ready!" Mark jumps up.

"Come on Jack, lets go eat! And I also want you to meet my dad. I'm sure he's going to love you!"

My face falls. I have a feeling that this isn't going to end well.

What up friendo's? I have written something, YAY!!!!! I don't really have all that much to say. Wait, I forgot to tell you guys! I got my Darkiplier charity shirt 2 weeks ago on Tuesday. Yeah, 2 weeks ago. I really forgot to mention it didn't I? I had the idea to put a picture of it on me here, but you guys don't want to see my disgusting body now do you? The answer is probably no because no one needs to see my fat ass body. HOWEVER, if you do want to know more about me I'd be willing to do a Q&A thing. If you would like to do that, say so in the comments and ask stuff about me. Alright, I hope you enjoyed! BYE!!!!