It's Too Late (Septiplier)

31.

~Jack~

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital writing a note for Mark on a piece of paper I managed to ask for from the receptionist with a pen I borrowed from them. I lost track of time when I sat there, writing down everything I was feeling for Mark. Once I finished the note, I folded it up and wrote his name on the folded outside of the note and walked to his door. 

I knocked quietly, but loud enough for anyone inside to hear me. Not long afterwards the door squeaked open and Mark's brother peeked his head out. 

"Yes?" He asked me.

"Um, c-can you give this to Mark if he ever wakes up?" I asked as I leaned my head, trying to catch a glimpse of Mark for the very last time. I didn't get one though as his brother was in the way of the door. 

"Yeah sure." He said and then shut the door. My shoulders slumped and I took a deep breath to keep the tears that were pooling up in my eyes away. I turned and walked slowly down the halls of the hospital, through the waiting room and out the front doors. 

Once I walked outside, I realized that it was raining, but I didn't care. It disguised the tears that fell from my face. So I walked through it, shoulders slumped and wet hair sticking to my forehead. 

I don't know how long it had been, I don't really remember even coming here, all I know that I'm here know at this bridge near the hospital and that my escape is laying out in front of me. I walk up to the edge slowly and place my hands on the rusted metal edge of the bridge. I push my weak self up onto the edge and sit there for a minute and reflect on the choices I have made in my life. 

All the stupid things I said and done. All the disapproving glares I have earned. All the insults that were thrown at me. All the bruises and scar I have. All of the people I have disappointed. And everyone I have hurt. 

I hear cars rush past as I think about everything wrong with me. Then I hear a honk of a car horn. I turn my head and see that a red car has stopped moving. 

"You should get down from there kid! You could hurt yourself!" Yelled a grey-haired man from the drivers seat. I said nothing and turned away.

"I'm serious! Get down from there!" He yelled again and still I ignored his warnings. 

"Alright since you won't listen to me, then it's not my fault if you get hurt!" He said, driving off. I then pushed myself to my feet. I'm done thinking the terrible things in life. I need to make everything okay. I need to make everyone who wanted me dead happy, I need to make sure the people I hurt never get hurt again, and most of all I don't want to hurt anyone else who appears in my life later on. 

And then I hear the noise behind me.

"Please don't jump! People love you!" I turn around and see a lady standing on the sidewalk behind me and the cars behind her are all stopped and are looking at me. I also see a news van with people filming me, as well as some people are filming from their cars. 

"Who?" I ask her. 

"Me," the lady said with a smile. 

"You don't know who I am." I said with a scowl and turned back around. 

~Mark~

Everything was dark and all of my limbs felt heavy. I couldn't move I couldn't see yet I could hear things. It was all strange mumbles and beeps that I didn't understand. All I could understand it as was talking and some strange thing beeping at a steady pace. 

The atmosphere I was in felt strange. I don't know why it was strange or how I could tell, all I know was that it was. I also felt trapped in the middle of the strange atmosphere and I also felt trapped in my body.