|Jack's POV|
I drunkenly turned around, blood slipping down my uncovered wrists. He stared wide-eyed at me, shuffling towards me before stopping. "J-jack? W-what happened? Why d-did you..." he stopped himself and looks me over helplessly.
I stared at him until I just broke. Tears ran down my face as I doubled up in hysterical drunken laughter. "Of 'course ya — hic — we're gonna be the one ta see me like this" I said between breaths.
Mark sidles closer and gently leads me off the ledge I was on. I was too weak from laughter that I couldn't stop him, and as soon as we were safe I collapsed into his strong arms.
Mark sank to his knees and held me tight, tears still leaking out of my face even though I'm on the verge of passing out. That's when I feel it. A little stream of tears falling on my head. That's when I hear it. That gasp of pain. Not physical, but mental. I know that gasp only too well.
I freeze. Is Mark... crying?
But? Why? Why would he cry? I didn't do any of this to him. I didn't force him to drink any of the booze I did, or slice his wrists until they were a bloody mess.
Why the hell is he crying? I can't let this happen!! No no no no no no no! I can't let the one day of happiness I have go out because of me!
I try to speak, to utter just one measly syllable, but all at once the world grows dark.
Hey guys! So, so sorry that took so long but my parents made it so I could do anything social media replayed for the longest time. Any way tell me what you think and I'll get back as soon as I can
~Suicide
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Bullet |Septiplier|
FanfictionJack 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
