The Teacher

Scars

Mark's POV

I parked my bike in my driveway and hopped off. As you can tell I'm really pissed and depressed. I hate the flashbacks of them its annoying they are gone and I should be able to not remember them. EVER! I'm even more pissed that he wants to know what else I Have! Like I'm gonna tell him!

(Mark has depression, PTSD, And Small Bipolar disorder.)

I get to my door and unlock it. I throw open the door and slam it shut. Chica didnt come she knows not to try to talk to me when I'm mad. I sometimes scream and she hates it. I stomped up the stairs to my room. Open the door and slide my keys on my desk. I go to my mirror and look at myself.

"Ugly as always!" I say sarcastically.

I turn to my back and lift up my shirt to see the scars they left. There was a bunch but the one I looked at was the one that said. WORTHLESS thats what my flashback was. They did it because I didnt do my homework. I put my shirt down and walk to my bathroom. I open the mirror and take out my trusty out razor. I put it to my skin. I slice.

One for being stupid.

Two for not being able to handle the flashback.

Three for not being able to face him.

Four for not being abl-

KNOCK KNOCK

"Really.." I mutter.

I threw on a sweater not bothering to stop the blood on my arms. I run down the stairs to the door. I open it expecting it to be Ace. But it wasn't. Its jack?

"Jack? What the hell are you doing here?" I ask angrily.

"Well you forgot your phone when you threw everything out of your bag." He says handing me my phone and stepping inside.

"The hell are you doing?!?" I yell as he walks inside the living room.

"You live here with anyone else?" He asks.

"No I'm 19."

"How are you 19 and still in highschool?" He asks picking up a shoe on the couch and moving it off to sit.

"I stayed back.." I mummble.

Just the pitter patter of feet come to the living room.

"I thought you said you live alone."

"Well not technically." I say as Chica comes running into the room and tackling Jack.

"Ahh!" He yealls as he falls backwards.

Chica then sits on his stomach to keep him down.

"She is really harsh to new people." I laugh.

"Chica down!" I say sternly.

She jumps off of hima nd he gets up. We sat in silence. I looked at him and he was looking at my wrist. I look at it and the blood is seeping threw the sweat. I immediately put my wrists behind my back.

"Mark was that blood?" He asks.

"No now get out!" I say as I push him out the door and slam it shut.

"Damn it.." I mutter.