**WARNING READ PLEASE** Suicidal thoughts, wrist cutting, suicidal attempts, drug abuse, and physical abuse are a part of what you are about to read if you are not comfortable with reading it please don't continue reading this chapter skip to the next thank you... if not stay til the next chapter for a bit of a twist
3:14 p.m. Jackson and Mark's room
Mark had just woken up and tried to sit up but felt a little sore.
"Jackson? Where are you? I want water and I can't walk, please come get me. Jackson? Oppa..."
Mark had started to think badly again and got up he tried his best to ignore his pain but still winced whenever he took a step. "Jackson? It's oww not fu-funny anymore it wasn't funny be-before please just stop." The pain was becoming unbearable and he fell on the floor 'Dammit Jackson why now? Did he leave me, why did he leave me! Am I not good enough!'
3:19 p.m. The Bathroom
Mark had walked all the way to the bathroom the pain not even getting to him anymore. He didn't feel anything anymore as he opened the drawer and took out a small box. He told Jackson he wouldn't do this anymore, he promised him but...
Here he was his key, that he wore on a necklace never taken off his neck, in hand. He unlocked the box and took out the two blades. Jackson didn't know he still had them, he had told him the box holds letters from his mother and that he kept him as a reminder of why he was here in the first place. The painful truth was the first blade was a reminder of the time Jinyoung broke his heart for Jaebum. The second was a reminder of the time BamBam broke his heart for Yugyeom. And now he unlocked the bigger box and pulled out a gun and a bunch of drugs from the last time Jackson broke his heart by rejecting him and involving himself with a girl. Mark was a really broken boy but he had thought Jackson fixed that, he thought Jackson had changed, turns out he was just like the rest of them. He picked up the phone amd called Jackson once
Again
Again
Again
The fifth time he gave up...
3:27 p.m. The Bathroom
Mark put the blade to his wrist... he decided to call Jackson one more time, after the first ring it went to voice mail. Tears streaming down his face he made the first line, the second, then third and watched them bleed out on each arm. He was starting to feel weaker than before. He sat on the toilet and opened the bottle of weak-y pills and swallowed a handful. He took the xanax he had and popped one everything was spinning and dizzy he had finally found the strength to pick up the gun. Just as he put it to his head he fell on the floor...
