My Demons (A Septiplier Fanfic)

Don't Shut Me Out-Part 7

A/N: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SELF-HARM!!!!! If you are in any way upset by, triggered by, or offended by Self-Harm, please DO NOT READ!!!
If you are struggling with Self-Harm, please know that you are NOT alone. You are loved and wanted. You are so important. If you want to, please do not hesitate to message me. I love you guys. <3
Also there's a lot of swearing.

"Jack, for the fifth time, just eat the damn sandwich!" Mark said exasperatedly. He and Jack had been sitting at the table for over two hours now, arguing over various things. First, it was brought up that Jack should talk to his family. Then, Mark suggested that he should see a professional. Now, Jack wouldn't eat.

"I told you, I'm not fucking hungry." Jack said, averting his eyes. "Jack, you're acting like a four year old." Mark stood from the table and walked to the kitchen. "No I'm not! I'm allowed to not be hungry!" Jack said, standing as well. "Not when you haven't eaten since like two in the afternoon yesterday. I know you're hungry. Just, eat!" Mark said loudly. "You didn't finish either!" Jack said, gesturing to Mark's half-eaten lunch still on the table. "I ate breakfast! And dinner last night. You haven't eaten since yesterday!" Mark yelled. "So what? I'm not hungry!" Jack said. Mark groaned. "Jack, you're being stupid. Just, eat the fucking food." He said. Jack opened his mouth to argue again, but Mark's phone rang. Mark walked over and looked at the caller ID. It was one of his roommates. Shit. Mark answered the phone, and pointed at Jack's plate again. Jack didn't move.

As Mark talked on the phone, Jack could feel his arm tingle. He wrapped his arms around himself, lightly scratching at his upper left arm. "Yeah, that's fine. Uh, I'm not sure yet." Mark's voice rang in and out of Jack's ears. His heart started pounding faster. "No, not for sure. Um, probably Tuesday?" He heard Mark say. Jack glanced up and saw Mark pacing the living room around his couch. The movements Mark was making with his arms made Jack woozy, and he had to look down again. He began pressing down harder on his upper arm as he scratched it. He was getting nervous and shaky. He felt like something terrible was about to happen. "What?! Aw that's awesome!" Mark said, raising his voice suddenly. Jack jumped, pinching his eyes shut. "No, no. I-I don't think...Not for a while. Oh yeah, everything's fine! Just um, it's hard to explain." Mark said, lowering his voice a bit.

Oh God, he's talking about me...He's telling them how much of a freak I am...Jack's thoughts raced.

"Yeah. Okay, totally. Yeah, thanks so much! Yeah. Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye." Mark hung up the phone, and Jack's heart dropped. "Jack, listen I don't wanna-Jack what the fuck?!" Mark yelled, sprinting over to him. Jack looked up just in time to see Mark standing right in front of him. He jumped back, but Mark grabbed his wrists. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Mark yelled. "W-What?" Jack breathed. Mark was starring in horror at something, and Jack followed his gaze. He realized that his shirt sleeve was stained through with red. He caught a glimpse of the same shade of red on his fingertips. Mark dragged him over to the kitchen sink. "Take it off." He said, turning on the water. Jack didn't move. "Jack!" Mark yelled. Jack winced. He rolled up his sleeve, but it didn't go up far enough. "Jack take it off!!" Mark screamed at him. Jack nervously peeled off his long-sleeve shirt. His upper arm had gone completely red from his spastic scratching. He'd broken the skin in some areas, and the repeated scratching had irritated it, so it bled more. Mark grabbed some paper towels and wet them in the sink. He wiped off the blood, and Jack winced again. "Ow!" He said. Mark glared at him. "I looked away for two seconds!! What the fuck, Jack?!" He said. Jack shook his head. "I d-I didn't even know I was doing it..." He said. Mark was unintentionally pressing hard as he wiped Jack's arm, and Jack hissed in pain again. "Mark, you're hurting me!" Jack said, jerking out of his boyfriend's angry grip. Mark stared at him. The two stood there, eyes locked, in silence for a few moments.