From Bully to Lover/A Septplier fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Pain,Anger, Rage.

2 months later time skip. 

Jack POV

I'm broken.

I'm empty. 

I'm emotionless. 

I'm Numbed. 

I'm nothing. 

It's been about 2 months  and I'm already shattered, empty, and broken. I've been beaten, named called,had paper balls threw at me, I've have come to my locker to see notes attached to it with hateful words like: LOSER! UGLY! FAT! STUPID! DIE! F*G! WORTHLESS!, and I've been to nurse office at least once a week. To make it worse, my cutting issue have gotten worse, my arms are covered in cuts and bruises. Some are from me cutting, but mostly from Mark. I've fallen into a deep depression to where, I'm not eating, sleeping good at night, cutting, crying in my closet, and when I do eat in front of Angelina because I don't want her to worry about me, I just got to bathroom and throw it up. But, that doesn't help all the rage and anger built up inside me, something when Mark and his friends gets done beating me I think of all the horrible things I wish I could do like: Get a knife and kill them. I something find myself smiling and laughing, like I lost my mind. 

Wednesday 12:50pm lunchtime. 

I don't eat at lunch that much, unless I'm around Angelina, but mostly I'm in the bathroom crying or cutting, outside, or in the library. I'm currently in the bathroom, I started drawing help with my depression its works sometime because some of them are me killing everyone I hate. I was completely zoned out and focused that I did notice that Mark and his and gangs has entered the bathroom. Maybe if the see me like this, they'll probably stop bullying me.

~~☆Time skip is brought to you by Mark and Jack cuddling. ☆~~

I'm fool! I'm such a fooking fool, thinking they'll feel sorry for me. How could I have been so stupid into thinking?! JUST HOW?! I tried my best to ability to hold on to my notebook, but due to lack of sleep and food, Mark was about to grab it out my hands. I got on my feet, but when I did Wade kicked me down.

M: "Well, what's does little Jackie have hear?"

I tried get up, but Wade use using his foot to hold me down. I watched in horror as Mark opened the book with all my drawings and thoughts and my favorite it one: The septic eye I drawn last week. 

M: "Awww, how cute! Jack thinks he can draw."

B: "Ha! What a dumass, thinking people feel sorry for a worthless f*g like you." 

W: "You must really have issues." 

Mark ripped some of the pages out and threw it at my face. Wade got his foot off my chest and I started coughing and gasping for air. They looked down at me and laugh. Their SICK! Their TWISTED! Their DEMOCRATIC! Mark went over to me, lifted me by the front of my shirt, and slammed me august the wall. 

M: "Feel free to tell anyone, but just remember what I told you."

He said with a evil grin on his face. He placed one final punch on my nose, causing blood to run down my face and him and his friends left, leaving me a broken mess.

Thursday 7:24am

I was walking down the halls, awaiting my daily beating. I'm surprised I haven't died yet. I opened my locker and saw I note placed in the front of it, I read it seems a lot of hurtful words, clearly from Mark. My breathing started getting quick and tears threatened to fall so, I ran to the second floor and went bathroom and I realize that I was having a panic attack. I was crying, breathing was out of control, and I clenching my green hair. I all of a sudden felt anger and rage as I looked in mirror and their words started to play in my head, making me more angry.  They made me this way, they made me broken, they made me this empty soulless being. I pulled out my razor blade and made multiply cuts. The next thing I know is that I'm clustering my fists and with all the energy I have, I punched the mirror and watched as glass flew from the now broken mirror. I looked at my hand to see it was bleeding and I was starting to feel dizzy and lighting headed. The door suddenly opened to reveal Mark without Bob or Wade, he looked at me with a look at look of... GUILT?! I was full of rage and I wanted to finally get him back for all the hell he put me through. I started to walk over to him, but didn't get close to him when I suddenly fall over. The last I remember was Mark calling my name and picking me up before I ended up passing out. 

M: "Jack..? jack...?"

827 words. 

See ya'll laterz.

Dark: ×rubs my sweet spot×

Me: ×softly moaning×

Dark: "Good kitty."

Anti: "What is going on?"

Mark: "I have no idea."