Childhood (✔️COMPLETED✔️)

The Mail

Jack's POV
The week went on like any other. Homework, fights, bullying all at school. Kissing, cuddling, flirting all at home. But Mark had seemed to be a little off. I have tried asking him what was up but he kept saying things like not to worry about it. Honestly I was getting worried. Who wouldn't?

Mark was currently at the store with his mom. They were going to be out for a while. Mark's dad wasn't here because he was on a business trip at the moment. I was alone, but not entirely since I had Chica with me. She was upstairs with me. I was blasting my music with Chica laying next to me.

On the outside always looking in! Will I ever be more than I've always been? Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass. Waving through a window!

Chica barked and joules along while I sang the lyrics. I loved it when I was able to bond with Chica even if she could only bark. But she is a sweetheart. Honestly, I love singing along with music but I don't do it often because my voice is terrible.

Well I, try to speak but nobody could hear, so I'll wait around for answer to appear while I'm watch, watch, watching people pass. Waving through a window!

I stopped my music when Chica started to tense up and slowly walk out of the room. I followed her quietly. "Chica what's wrong girl?" I asked rhetorically since dogs can't talk. She stayed quiet until the doorbell rang. She barked loudly but I quickly shushed her. "Calm down, I'm sure it's just the mailman or something!" I reassured her which seemed to work.

I walked downstairs cautiously since Chica still seemed a little tense. When I got to the front door I looked in the peep whole. Nothing. No one. "See Chica there's no one there!" I said and unlocked the door. Once it opened I held Chica back so she wouldn't get outside. There was a small envelope on the ground that had a heart shaped sticker holding it closed. I raised an eye brow and picked up the mysterious mail. There was cursive writing on it. The cursive was very neat.

♡To Mark ♡

Maybe it was a friend? I hope..

I didn't want to be very nosey but I was curious. I mean, who puts hearts around the person's name? I sighed heavily, knowing I was gonna open it. Chica whimpered and nuzzled my hand. She looked up at me with eyes of worry. "It's ok, I'm just gonna have a small peak," I said and looked at the envelope again. It looked too suspicious.

I carefully opened the the flap, making sure the sticker didn't rip the paper. There was a small note with a heart in the middle of it. I started to feel tears well up in my eyes. I don't know why. I opened the note careful and my heart sank. It read:

♡ Dear Markimoo ♡,

Hey babe, have you broken up with that trans faggot yet? Because I'm still down for tonight. I know you're probably just annoyed with that little slut already, so I clipped some of my nudes to the note. I hope you don't mind. Besides, I know you're just dying to see my body already, but don't worry baby. Tonight is gonna be fun! I love you babe! ♡♡♡XOXOXO

♡You're love♡

I began to cry my heart out. I screamed and wished this would just be a dream. But I knew all too well that it wasn't a dream, that it was real. Mark didn't really love me. Mark didn't care. Mark never did! I'm just a clingy slut! I'm just a stupid, gay faggot! I'm a mistake! I deserve to be beaten and raped! I deserve to die!