Call Him Ugly// ✔️COMPLETED✔️

The Station

Jack's POV

I looked back down.

I saw that you could see some of my cast.

It was around my foot.

I saw the door open. Again, I was forcefully thrown out of the car.

I winced in pain when I hit my leg.

I looked down as I walked.

I saw my parents in the little waiting room.

I didn't even look up.

He took me into a conference room.

I was released from my handcuffs.

I looked at my wrist. I saw how red they were.

He sat down. I saw a binder that said 'Sean William McLoughlin.'

I didn't have anything on it.

I don't do bad stuff. I didn't even want to talk.

I heard the cop sigh. "Jack, did you physically hurt Mr. Black?"

I looked up. "No I didn't. I am never near him and avoid him at all cost." That was all I said.

"Will you be willing to take a lie detector test?" I nodded.

"Ok follow me." I still didn't have the handcuffs on.

Mark's POV

I felt horrible.

Josh is lying on Jack. Jack doubts himself.

A lot.

I felt motivated to get out of this hospital bed.

I put one foot on the cold floor.

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

I heard the door open. "Oh Mark, you're up. I was just about to tell you that you're free to go."

"Thank you." I said. "Just make sure to put you're medication on your wounds." She smiled.

"I will." After that, she left the room.

I looked around and spotted my clothes.

I grabbed them and quickly got them on.

I ran down that hall into the waiting room.

It doesn't hurt that much.

I saw all the guys. "Come on guys we need to go now!" I begged. "Hey Mark you're up."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah let's go." I pulled on Felix's arm. "Ok ok let's go."

Jack's POV

I passed the test. No surprise.

"Ok Sean, we are gunna let you go. But if we need you, we'll call." I nodded. "Ok."

I looked out the window to see my parents not looking at me. They were hugging each other.

I pulled my black hood up and kept my head down.

Why might you ask. Well because today is my last day here in hell.

I pulled something in specific out of my pocket.

My blade.

I made my way to the woods I knew all to well.

I decided that was a perfect spot to end it all.

I leaned up against a tree trunk.

It was getting dark. Perfect.

I pulled up my sleeves.

I put the blade to my skin.

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I didn't have my note with me.

I decided to go on Facebook. I took a picture of my arm. I tagged Josh in my picture. 'Is Your Little Joke Still Funny?'

I wrote a letter for everyone.

@Markiplier: I love you but I can't do it anymore. I hope this will make you stronger. I'll always leave be you my Markimoo.

@PewDiePie: You always stood up for me and I'm very thankful. You're the best friend anyone could ask for.

@Muyskerm: I know that Mandy is a very lucky girl. You're loyal, caring, and a best friend anyone could ask for.

@LordMinion777: You were the first person I told about my self harm. You treated my like I wasn't alone. You're very funny, unique, and lovable. Don't let anyone take that away from you.

@DanIsNotOnFire: You were just like me. We bonded over the same bands and you could make anyone laugh their ass off. You always helped me. I will someday help you.

@AmazingPhil: You always had that voice that could calm anyone down. You're brave, adventuress, and you always made the funniest jokes.

@CrankGamePlays: We haven't known each other for long. When you found me in that alley with bloody wrist, you took me in. I really wish I could've known you better. Stay Positive.

*tags them all*: I love you all so much. Yes, I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight. You guys are the only ones that hold the key to my heart. I'm watching over you from the clouds above. Stay strong LIKE A BOSS!!

I put my phone down.

I looked back at my wrist. One more thing.

I carved the word 'PERFECT' on my other arm.

Time to get this over with.