It's Too Late (Septiplier)

30.

~Jack~

It's been a few days since I went back to school and they have all been very similar. I go there, get teased and picked on, then go home and get beaten up by my father and Alice as a punishment for being gay.

Mark has also started to get teased at school because he hangs out with me. I feel terrible about it of course. He shouldn't be getting bullied at school because of me. But there's nothing I can really do about it and it kills me knowing that there is nothing in my power that I can do for Mark. All I hope is that the bullying doesn't get to his head. He's stronger than I am, mentally and physically, so I know that he doesn't get knocked down easily by this sort of thing. 

Another thing that bothers me about this whole situation is that these bullies don't even know that we are dating. They don't even know that Mark's gay, they just assume that we are. It also bothers me that they bully us because we are different. A minority that believes in something different, this isn't an uncommon thing. Looking back in history to see that this type of thing happened a lot is terrible. People were separated based on race or religion and people know this. Yet, they learned nothing and continue to do it and have that same mindset as people have always had. 

It just hurts when the person who lights up your day and holds the same values and beliefs, and tells you that everything will be okay, is getting their walls weakened by harsh comments and rude names and bruises and scars by people with nothing better to do than feed on the uncertainty that radiate off of the broken and the fear that radiates from the weak. 

Then when the realization makes itself apparent, you know you are the root of why this is happening. You are why people leave you. This is why people hate you, beat you. This is why people tear down the small thin walls that you have surrounding yourself; then when someone comes along and attempts to build those walls up again, the people around you always end up being hurt and leave you, one way or another. They just can't deal with the pain you have and are still going through. This is why they leave you. 

I sit there besides Mark's hospital bed pondering these thoughts with glossy eyes and tear-stained cheeks as I, again, run through the events that led us to where we are now. 

                                                       ~~~~A Few Hours Before~~~~

My parents aren't home right now, thankfully. I didn't want to spend my entire Saturday being abused by those monsters. I haven't moved from my bed since I woke up and I don't necessarily want to move. I was just listening to music, laying down when I received a message from Mark.

Do you want to meet up somewhere? I miss you and want to see your cute face!!

Can you come to my house? I'm lazy and don't want to move from my bed!

What about your parents?

They're not here right now. Probably out drinking and I don't expect them back until way later.

Alright, I'm on my way then!

I smiled at the message and took off my headphones. I laid there waiting for him. It wasn't long before I heard the squeak of the door and quick steps down to my room. My room door squeaked open and Mark stepped in. I smiled at him and he gave me a smile back. He laid down next to me and I started to drift off to sleep. 

I was woken up not long after when I heard a loud bang. I bolted upwards and saw Mark being pushed against the wall by my drunken father. Mark was struggling against him and was pushing against his stomach trying to get out of his clutches.