You Can't Save Me ~Septiplier~

8

Kindness. It's such a strange feeling to me. I don't fully understand how some people can be so kind, yet others are so cruel. How can someone beat their own child? Parents are supposed to protect their children. How can kids put other kids down? In the end, we all have our own problems, so why make someone's problems worse? How can someone pretend to be a friend? That breaks people, it hurts in every possible way, to know you've been played by a "friend." All of these things have happened to me, and yet, only a few people can take away all of that pain. My friends. However, they are only a temporary solution, to my seemingly permanent pain. They can not stay with me forever, they can not throw away their own lives, just to help mine. Even so, the temporary relief from my pain is welcomed. This kindness, is the only reason I am laying down, on my bed thinking these thoughts. These thoughts are slowly lulling me to sleep. As my vision darkens, and I slip into sleep, Jacks face is the one I see.

~morning time~
It's been a month, a month since I met Nate. Nate is so happy, but he's like me, his happiness is fake. He tells me he has a crush, his crushes name is Matthew, but he prefers to be called Matpat. When Nate talks about Matpat, his smile becomes real, and his face brightens into genuine happiness. I still haven't met Matpat, but I can tell by the way Nate talks about him, they are perfect for each other.

I got ready for school, used my blade, got beat by Shane and my mom, and went outside. While walking, I met Nate halfway down the sidewalk. I ran to catch up to him. "H-hey." I said.

He jumped slightly before replying, "Sorry, you startled me. But hey."

I chuckled at him before saying, "S-so when am I-I g-going to m-meet Matpat?"

"Eventually. He's actually moving closer to here in about a week, so he'll be going to our school! You'll be able to see him then." Nate said. Before I could say anything, he started to speak again. "So, um, I-I n-need to ask you something."

"A-ask a-away." I replied. I was a bit worried because Nate stuttered, he only stutters when he's really nervous, and he's never nervous around me.

"Are you and Jack friends?" He asked quietly.

"O-oh. I-it's, um, h-hard to e-explain." I said, not wanting to be reminded of how Jack pretended.

Nate looked at me strangely before saying, "Why? You two hung out a bit before I showed up. Did I ruin it or something?"

He seemed to be blaming himself so I quickly replied, "N-no! H-he w-was o-only p-p-pretending to be m-my f-friend. I-I h-heard him t-talk to W-Wade."

"Mark, go talk to Jack. He messaged me yesterday, he really wants to talk to you. Give him a chance." Nate said.

"B-but h-how can I-I talk t-to h-him? H-he d-doesn't e-even like me." I replied quietly.

Nate stopped walking and said in a low voice, "Of course he likes you Mark. Go talk to him. Let him explain." After saying that, he walked away, leaving me to think on my own.

Should I talk to Jack? Maybe there was something going on that I don't know about. But his words, how do you get something like that mixed up? If I talk to him, he'll probably try to give me some dumb excuse. And I'd believe him, because I have a stupid crush on him. When I see Jack, he makes me happy. His smile, much like Nate's, can light up a room. But his smile, is real, unlike Nate's. When I'm with Jack, I feel happy. I don't need to throw my fake smiles around, because they're real. It's this one thought, that makes me want to talk to him again. Another thought, is the only one that's stopping me. If I talk to him, we'll hang out again. If we hang out, then he'll notice there's something wrong with me. Nate did. I have problems hiding things from Nate, so I know I won't be able to hide things from Jack. This is the thought, the one that holds me back as I walk up to the school and walk in.