Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 2

A/N
Hey sorry I know you don't want to hear annoying me, but this is sorta important. So I am currently have Internet issues okay so if a part is published late or somethings missing (paragraph doesn't make sense since parts maybe missing) etc, its not my fault. So yeah! Enjoy. Apologies in advance. Also, early update because I'm busy this week and feel weird releasing a new book with only currently one part... So here ya go, enjoy!

Jacks POV
"Oh, Dark, come here" I said in a soft voice. Opening my arms for him. He didn't hesitate before pretty much ramming into my arms. Strangling me in a hug.
"Too tight, too tight" I choked out. He lessened his grip, relaxing into the hug. I felt my own tears well in my eyes. I forced myself to hold them in for him. I shut my eyes as he cried into my shoulder.
"Your okay Dark, let it all out. Im here for you okay?"

"W-what h-happened to y-your w-wrist?" Dark sobbed out. I quickly hid my wrist. Not wanting to tell him.

"He cut himself again. He's not taking Anti's death any easier than you are" Mark tatletailed. I shot Mark a poisonous glare. My attention was pulled back to Dark as his grip shifted to my shoulders. His hands followed up my neck to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look into his blue flame eyes. My expression softened and I felt tears in my eyes, something shifted in his eyes, an emotion?
His blue eyes started to shift to red, but instead, ended up mixing into a purple flame.

"Sean, Please don't do that. I can't loose you too." Dark smiled at me, tears falling down his cheek. I felt my own tears fall and I sniffled. My legs became week beneath me as I felt sobs in my chest. Making me fall to my knees. Dark kneeled down and pulled me into a hug again, this time hugging me instead of me hugging him. I buried my face into his neck, not caring if Mark got jealous right now.
"I know the pain we're going through isn't easy... But ending it won't help" Just hearing him say that made my insides flutter. I hugged him tighter as sobs caught me in an endless loop.

Marks POV
What in the fucking hell?! Sean accepting Darks help?! But not mine?! Then burying putting his face into Dark instead of me?! Oh come on! Thats just sore... Okay well I guess I understand... They're going through the same thing, I understand that much... But I didn't understand why they were this emotional over Anti. I hated Anti, all he did was hurt me... But with them? Anti obviously had a massive impact on their lives. Jack sobbed loud as Dark rubbed circles on his back with his hand. Leaning his head on Jacks shoulder.
Dark lifted his head from Jacks shoulder and gazed over at me, concern on his face. I shrugged, not knowing what he wanted.
Then he began mouthing words.
'Help'
I mouthed back  'oh' as I walked over to them on the floor. Hugging Jack from behind while Dark had the front. Jack sobbed louder with the odd whimpers.

"Shhh, your okay Sean" I cooed, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They cried together for a while... But Dark had stopped while Jack on the other hand seemed to be crying harder. Jack sorta just bottles his emotions up, he hides them till he can't take it and bursts out.

"I-I m-miss h-h-him" Jack finally managed to sob out. His voice muffled by Darks skin.

"I miss him too. We can get through this Sean, I know it" Dark encouraged. Jack nodded against his neck.
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Darks POV
The pain of his death was beginning to lessen for me. It still hurt bad... But not as much as Jack was hurting.
Since I had Jack, it wasn't so bad. Jack reminded me of Anti, his voice with Jacks accent since he had occupied his body, his hair... The reminders of Anti possessing Jacks body.
But Jacks only doing worse by the weeks that pass.

"Hey Dark... I need your help again, its with Jack" Mark walked into my room, I just left the door open now since I didn't cry as much.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked, hesitation lacing through my brain. What if Jack had finally ended himself?

"He's locked himself in his room for three days now... He hasn't eaten or left it. The doors always locked when I check it" Mark explained. I sighed and got up, I still towered Marks height as I walked past him. Having to duck slightly to miss the door frame.

"Jack? Its Dark... Let me in?" I asked as I knocked on his door. A groan answered and clinging of glass bottles. But nothing else.
"Jack?" I asked again, knocking. Nothing. I growled and walked towards the wall opposite to Jacks door. Getting a run up.
Then I remembered Mark was here. I turned to Mark, his eyes widened and shot between me and the door to Jacks room. He tilted his head to the door, indicating his arms towards it, giving me approval and space to crash it.
I nodded and charged at the door, knocking it down first try. Light flooded into his room. It smelt of alcohol and vomit. I gazed around the room. Every surface was covered in empty bottles. All sorts of alcohol.
Then I searched for Jack, finding him on the bed that was also covered in empty bottles.
"Jack!" I yelled as I ran to him. He was stomach down on the bed, his arm hung over the bed, a half empty bottle in his hand. He made no movements apart from breathing.
"Oh Jack, what did you do to yourself?" I questioned myself as I rolled him over and sat him up against the wall. His head dropped to his chest. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up revealing all the cuts over his arms; including new ones. His jeans unzipped and half off. He wore boxers and socks. His green hair faded and a complete mess. Tear streaks down his face, black bags under his eyes showing he was restless. His body strong with the odor of alcohol.