Closer Than We Thought (septiplier)

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As soon as I woke up, my phone was going off.

Mark: Hey.
Mark: Jack.
Mark: You ok?
Mark: Hey, I'm worrying about you here.
Me: I was sleeping.
Mark: Thank goodness you answered, I thought you were dead.
Me: Why would I be dead?
Mark: Let's not talk about that.
Me: What do you want to talk about?
Mark: Lots of things.
Me: Like what?
Mark: Stuff.
Me: Alright then.
Mark: Brb.
Me: I'll be waiting.

Mark was acting strange. I know I didn't tell him about my self harm. Why would I be dead? Huh, murder or suicide. I started to spiral into my depression. Then my phone went off.

Mark: Back.
Me: Finally.
Mark: Where do you wanna meet?
Me: A private place.
Mark: My house or your house?
Me: Yours.
Mark: *texts the address*
Me: Be there soon.
Mark: Can't wait.
Me: Same.

I got ready and went to Mark's. He let me in as soon as he saw me. We hugged and he seemed very inviting. This was amazing, I was in my crushes place. I was all giddy and he knew it.

"Let's talk." Mark sat next to me on the couch.

"About what?" I hoped it wasn't about me or anything.

"How's YouTube working out for ya?" Mark wanted to ask something else, I just knew it.

"Awesome. How's it going for you?" I looked at him.

"Great!" He smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Go ahead, ask me anything." I knew what he was gonna ask.

"I know you have depression and anxiety. Also, you wear long sleeves, so you self harm." He looked at me kind of sad. I was shocked. He then lifted up my sleeve to reveal my scars. I jumped up and rolled my sleeve back down. All I wanted to do was leave because I felt so violated.

"Talk later." I managed to say before I bolted out of there. By the time I got home, I was crying. How dare he roll up my sleeve without permission to see my scars?! I laid down on the couch and just slowly drifted off to sleep.