Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Thirteen ♡

"I'm pregnant."

"What?!" Charlie turns to him. Jack doesn't look at him. Either disbelief, anger, or sadness was going to be on his face. "Jack, is that true?" He still doesn't look at him. He feels tears. "Jack answer me!" He feels hands touch his arm, then pulls away fast, moving all the way across the couch. "Jack, please. I won't hurt you. You're family." Jack shakes his head. He looks at his phone for a split second, then jumps off the couch. "Jack? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"N-nothing! Just l-let me live my life, and I-I'll let you l-l-live yours." He grabs Marks leather jacket, then leaves the dorm without another word.

Jack walks through the hallways as fast as he can, looking everywhere, a paranoid mess, thinking that everyone knows. He rushes down the stairs, then turns to the front doors. He was about to leave, but collided with another person. A women.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-" she started getting up but saw that Jack was leaving her alone.

"Please just leave me alone!" He yells. The women shakes her bead, hoping that would help her understand the situation better. When it didn't, she looked back at the doors.

Jack ran to the park. He got there, our of breath, and waited for Mark. He never specified where, so he went to the first place they went to when they came to the park last time.

The beach. Jack ran down to the sand and waited for his lover. While waiting, he decided to take off his shoes and walk around in the water a little. He walks along the water, feeling a little better. While walking, he spots a figure a distance away. He feels a little terrified, but just pulls out his phone. He texts Mark.

Hey baby... I'm at the beach. Can you like, come? Now? Please? It's dark, and scary, and there's a person that I don't know and I'm really scared that I'm going to get hurt or worse just, please come quick!!

He puts his phone down and sees the figure is gone. He looks around, ready to cry. He grabs his stuff and walks up to the parking lot. Once he gets there, he sees them again. He can feel a silent cry starting to build up inside him. He starts walking out to the street, but the figure starts speed walking towards him. Terrified, he turns the opposite way. He walks far, then turns around and realizes that he was at the edge of the cliff. He looks back, and can see some of the figures outfit features. They had a white mask, long brown hair, a black jacket, and black pants. The shirt was not seen. Jack felt his heart start to beat out of his chest.

"Who are you?!" He yells, tears threatening to fall. The figure gets closer. He can make out a chest.

And a knife.

Jack fear rose higher and higher as he started backing up. He went further, and further, and further. He stopped just as his heels were at the edge of the cliff. He looked back, then at the person. "What do you want from me?!" He yells. The person walks closer, but Jack won't back up. As much as be wants to, he won't, fearful that that would mean the end of him. He begins to cry as he feels them touch his shoulder lightly. He closes his eyes, preparing for something to enter his stomach or worse.

"You messed with my boyfriend, bitch." Jack opens his eyes and sees her arms receding backwards, then punching forwards as he feels a pressure in his chest and shoulders. The world slows down.

He watches as she begins to disappear, the cliff being pulled away from him. His mouth opens, he tries to scream, but it won't happen. He hears nothing hut his thoughts. He watches as the trees, the cliff, the girl, and his tears being pulled away. Is this it? Is this how I die? How our child dies? No one will notice, will they? Mark will. He'll die as well. I know he'll take his life. I love you, Mark. More than you could ever know. And, our child, I'm sorry. I love you, too. Ma, Malcolm, Simon, Allison, Susan, all of you. I love you. I'll miss you all.

Jack feels his body crash into the water. Pain rings from the middle of his back, then outwards on his while body. He feels the water soaking and engulfing him. It was as if it was eating him whole. He looks around and sees Mark. He swims to Jack. Jack opens his mouth, but no sounds come out. Mark holds Jack close and kisses him.

Everything goes dark.

Mark walks politely through the park, waiting to see if Jack was there. After fifteen minutes, he walks to the beach. He sees a figure on the cliff, looking out on to the water. He shakes his head, chuckling. Why is he up there? I thought he was scared of heights. He makes his way up to the cliff. "Hey, baby, I thought you were-" he looks at the person he sees. "Jessie?" She smiles and walks towards him. "Why are you here?" She walks up to Mark and places a hand on Marks cheek.

"Because, babe-"

"Jessie, we broke up."

"Mark. I'm in love with you." Mark takes Jessies wrists lightly, and puts her hands down.

"Well I'm in love with Jack. Where is he?" He looks around for Jack. Not finding who he was looking for, he turns to Jessie slowly. "What did you do." Her smile fades.

"What? Me? What could I possibly have done to Seán?" She pulls away, moving her arms around so he'll believe him.

"How did you know his name was Seán?"

"W-well, I k-knew him w-when we w-w-was o-only ki-ids." She stutters.

"Liar. What did you do to him?!" He roars. She shrinks down, terrified.

"I-I... M-M-Mark... I-I'm sorry."

"For what?!" He roars again. She giggles. Tears brim his eyes. "What did you do to my baby?!" He yells, his voice beginning to break.

"What I had to." She says.

"Wh-" he feels a sharp pain in his stomach. He looks up, closing his eyes, whincing in pain. He feels a warm liquid on his hand. He looks down, his right hand still holding the sharp object. He looks at his left hand, revealing the blood that was covering his hand. "Jessie." He says. She gasps.

"Oh no! You've been stabbed! Let me call 911!" She says. She laughs at him. "If I can't have you, nobody can."

"Jessie, please." He groans. He allows himself to fall to his knees.

"What." She grumbles. She gets to eye level with him.

"Please, just," Mark looks into Jessies eyes. She sees pain and sadness. Tears were spilling. "Save Jack. Please. We can have a life together afterwards. We can live together. Just you and me. And maybe a kid or three. Just, let him live his life. And, we can be happy." She nods, wiping away her own tears. She pulls out her phone, and calls 911.