|Jack's POV|
As soon as I walked out side, they were walking towards me. I hung my head as their cruel words cut into me like knives : faggot! Go kill yourself! No one would miss you! Where's daddy to protect you now?
That last sentence brought tears to my eyes, since it was true that my dad has saved me many times from them, but he left without explanation a couple years ago. I missed him so much, but his last words to me were : "You're such a disappointment" That was the only way I knew that these people were right, and i attempted suicide the next week. My tears seemed to bring joy to their faces, and they continued after a couple laughs at me, only this time it went physical. The punched me until I finally went down on the grass, tears streaming from my face.
Finally, the bell rang and they went to class after one more kick. I rested for a few seconds, then steeled myself to get up. It took a couple tries, but I finally made it and started my way to the bathroom, limping the whole way. It took a long time to get through those empty halls, but I finally made it to the bathroom. Looking for the worst wounds in the mirror, I started to clean off the mud that got on me. Looking in the mirror was a mistake.
*flash back*
"C'mon Sean!" My dad called, racing me through the meadow. I puffed after him, pumping my leafs and arms to catch up. Finally, we stopped in the middle of it and payed down, giggling like two school girls.
"You know, I love you, Sean" dad said, looking me in the eye.
"I love you too" I replied, seriousness covering my face. His eyes then started to get that mischievous twinkle that I know so well, and before I knew it was in the air. Dad had grabbed me and was spinning me around, making sure he had a firm grip. His joyous laugh and my excited shrieks were the only thing to be heard in that whole meadow.
*flash back over*
Tears streamed down my face, and I could not, could not figure out why he left. I look too much like him for my own good. I usually avoid mirrors because of this. I wiped away the tears and I came to a resolve: I can't live this way. I ran out of the bathroom, out of the school, and all the way home.
A/N
Thank y'all so much for reading this, and poor jackaboy :( anyway, bubye!
-depressed author
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FanficJack is very depressed and has tried (and failed) to kill himself for many times, but what will change when his handsome (and secretly gay) friend mark comes to save him on his latest attempt? Idea song: Bullet by Hollywood Undead
