Septiplier Oneshots

Break Me Down

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Trigger Warning: Suicide

    Jack watches Mark look down hesitantly over the edge. Rolling his eyes he walks to him, putting a hand on his back, he looks over with him. Below was a body of water that was probably deep enough.

"Looks fine," Jack shrugs but Marks shakes his head.

"I don't know this seems like a bad idea," he says backing up away from the edge but Jack just leans over farther.

"Come on all you have to do is jump. We hiked all this way," Jack persuades holding onto the hand of his boyfriend. "Besides bad ideas build the best memories," he snakes a hand around Mark waist pulling him closer to his chest.

"What's happened to you Sean?" Mark mumbles and Jack flinches away at the word Sean. "You use to not be able to even think about heights without going pale and now you want to jump off cliffs?" He pulls Jacks arm off his waist and backs away from the cliffs edge.

"What are you talking about I'm still Jack, same old green hair an all," he says motioning to his head with a dizzying smile.

"No, no, you aren't him," Mark says shaking his head. "You have his green hair and his face but you don't have him,"

"Oh come on don't be like this,"

"No shut up okay? Just shut up and look at yourself. You're a fucking mess now. Don't sleep, don't study, don't worry about anything! I mean you changed your name out of the blue. It's like I don't even recognize you anymore," Mark says turning his body away from Jack, as if he's trying to shield himself.

"Mark don't be stupid. I'm still the same person you fell in love with," he responds rolling his eyes.

"Okay well when I look at you I don't see anything. I don't feel like I love you anymore because that person I fell in love with checked out a long time ago. The person I fell in love with wouldn't even be here right now and certainly wouldn't be pressuring me into jumping off a fucking cliff," Marks screaming now, steady tears streaming down his face. "I fell in love with someone who had warmth in their eyes and who held my hand when we walked down the hallway not when they yank me towards the edge," With one bought of anger Mark screams something hard and ugly. "You, Sean Mcloughlin, were the biggest fucking mistake I've ever made in my entire life," Turning on his heel Jack watches him go.

Blankly looking at his surrounds he sees them all melt together. Everything a big blob of nothing. White noise to an even emptier world. He knew everything Mark said was true. He use to have color in his eyes and he use to hold his hand when they walked. He use to sleep soundly and study for tests well but he wasn't Sean Mcloughlin anymore. He as Jack. Wild, dangerous, and scared.

"Hey Mark!" Jack calls over his shoulder and Mark turns back to give him one final look. "It's called being dangerously suicidal," then he takes a running leap right over the edge. For a moment it's pure bliss, the air whips though his hair and cleanses him. He feels free. But then he feels each individual leg crunch into the water that he knew wasn't deep enough. His arms twist and his back collapses and for a moment, just for a small moment, he remember Sean Mcloughlin and Mark Fishbach and everything they were.

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Hello everyone now I don't have lots to say but whenever I do talk or write about suicide I like to add the hotline link below (just copy past and find your country). Also remember if you're feeling hopeless and or suicidal there is help. If one therapists doesn't work try another and another until you find one that works. Build a support system and find your inner armor because I believe in you. Trust me, I do. Now as always thanks for reading and keep going
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