|Mark's POV|
I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder. I grumbled sleepily in reply, not lifting my head. I finally heard an Irish accent say, "Who ta fook are ya?"
I look up in surprise to see a middle age women with brown hair with greying roots. Her bright blue eyes seemed to dance furiously as she gazed at my slouched form. I probably looked like shit. I hadn't changed clothes in the past three days, nor have I taken a shower or brushed my teeth. My eyes were also blood shot from the non-stop crying. What a great first impression.
"H-hi. Are you Jack's mom?" I said nervously, looking down at my hands from her fiery eyes.
"Yas. Who might ya be?" She said sharply.
"I'm Jack's friend Mark," I mutter. Her eye brows furrowed in confusion.
"Merk? Jack hasn't said anyt'in about ya ta me." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. She suddenly stared at my hands. "W-why are ya holdin' his hand? Are ya guys datin'?" She asked, an odd twinkle in her eyes.
"N-no ma'am" I stuttered, blushing madly. She smirked in a knowing way. "Well, take care of my baby, a'right? Lord knows he's been t'rough enough," she had whispered that last part to herself, but I still heard. As she got up to go leave, I caught her by the wrist.
"Wait! Can't you at least tell me what Jack has been through to make him do this? I-I just want to help and I can't without at least knowing what happened!" A tear found it's way down my cheek, and I didn't even bother to stop it. I need Jack here and if he wouldn't let me help him and tell me things himself, then I would have to do some digging.
She searched my face for any signs of betrayal before saying, "I'm sorry Merk, I truly am, but it's his decision weather or not your gonna know." And with that she gently pulled her wrist from my grasp, which had loosened in defeat, and walked away.
A/N
Ughhh I'm so sorry this chapter is shit and I've had even less time to update thanks to softball. Yes I do sports don't judge. I'll try to do better with both updating and chapter quality but I can't promise anything haha imsosorry....
Anyway stay safe, stay alive but for now I've got to say goodbye!
~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
