Closer Than We Thought (septiplier)

Fight

I woke up.

Mark: Come over and hang out.
Me: Alright.

I got ready and went over there. We hugged and then sat down. I could tell something was on his mind.

"What's on your mind?" I looked at him concerned.

"I have to go on vacation with friends and that means leaving you behind." He looked sad.

"How long will you be gone?" I wanted to see him soon.

"I told them about you." He looked at the ground.

"What did they say?" I knew I wasn't gonna like it.

"They don't trust me with you because you have a dark past. They don't understand is that you're the love of my life. I'm afraid they're gonna do everything in their power to keep me away from you." His voice was shaking. Then the doorbell rang. His friends came through the door.

"This is Bob and Wade." Mark was holding back tears.

"What did you say to Mark to hurt him?" Bob was angry at me.

"Mark, tell them." I was scared.

"How you guys are doing everything in your power to keep me away from Jack." Mark started to cry.

"I don't believe it." Wade walked towards me. I started to back away. Then I hit the wall and didn't know what to expect. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Mark was yelling at them.

"How dare you hurt him. What happened to not judging a book by its cover? I can't believe you guys did this. I love him, can't you see?! You said you didn't want to hurt me, but here I am standing here hurt." Mark was bawling.

"We're sorry." Bob was trying to get near Mark.

"You hurt him. You made his self harm scars bleed. Now get out of my damn house!" Mark yelled the last part.

"We're-" Wade never got to finish.

"I don't care. Now get out!" Mark pointed towards the door. The boys left. He helped me onto the couch. I cried while he held me.

"Stay here for the night." Mark held me tight.

"No, I need to be alone." I got up. He got up to grab me.

"Leave me alone. I just need some time to breathe and to process what just happened." I walked out. I got home and continued to cry. After I knew Mark was asleep, I texted him my address. I cut too many times to count. Pretty soon, I was passed out on the bathroom floor bleeding from my wrist.