Deaths On Halloween (Septiplier)

Chapter 14

On the way there Mark looked like we wanted to say something. He would open his mouth to say something but then he wouldn't say anything. We were about 5 minutes away when I turned toward him and said, "What is it, Mark? I know you want to say something so just say it." He glanced at me then back at the road before saying, "I..." He sighed, "I saw your arm, Sean. I saw the new marks." I stayed silent as I looked back at the road. The rest of the ride was silent. I could feel him glancing at me every once in a while. When he pulled into the parking lot I opened the door and sprinted toward the school. All that could play through my mind was, "He hates me, he hates me, he hates me.' It played in my head over and over again like a broken record. I put a hand on the door but before I could open it.

I felt a hand grab my wrist and spin em around. I was met with worried brown eyes. Usually, when I looked into his eyes, I would feel calm and happy. But this time, I felt scared. "I-I'm sorry M-Mark. Pl-Please don't-t hi-hit me." I closed my eyes, expecting to feel a hand slap me across the face but instead I felt soft lips connect with my own. I felt hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I opened my eyes to see Mark had closed his and the lips that were connected to mine belonged to him. I questioned in I should push him away or return the favor. I shoved him back and ran inside the building. I kept running until I made it to the bathroom. I ran in and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me. With a sigh, I slid down the door and put my face in my hands. 'Why did I push him away? I love him so why didn't I just kiss back?' I knew why. I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want Mark to get attached like 'HE' did. 'He' is a kid I used to know in elementary school. He never told me his name but we were good friends. I wonder what he looks like now. All I can really remember about him was his black hair and glasses. I leaned my head against the door and started thinking about the first time he saved me from my bullies.

I was running down the halls of the school, trying to escape the pain that was soon to come. I could hear the sound of their sneakers hitting the cold, tile floor as they chased me. I didn't even know which direction the front doors were so I just had to keep running around. When I reached the end of the hallway I turned left, only to find a dead end. I turned around to run back but they were right there. Amy, Bob, and Wade. (AN: I love all three of these guys so please don't hate meh) As I backed up they slowly made their way toward me. "Oh look," One of them said, "The Irish baby is gonna cry! Someone get his pacifier." The others laughed as my back hit the back wall. "I'm not a baby!" I yelled at them. Amy smirked at me as she took a step forward. "Yes you are. If you weren't then I wouldn't have to do this." She pulled her fist back and lined it up with my stomach. She was about to hit me when a strong yet childish voice yelled at them. "HEY! What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" All three of them turned to look at the kid that I have forgotten. Amy put her hands on her hips and laughed at him. "You really think we're gonna listen to a pussy like you? You can't even defend yourself!" The kid rolled up his sleeves and said "I'll give you one more chance to leave him alone. What's your choice." Amy turned to Bob and smirked. She bent down and lent me a hand. I was hesitant at first but I put my hand in hers. She pulled me up and pushed me in the direction of the nice, young boy. I took a step forward but before I could plant my foot on the ground Bob kicked my side. I fell to the ground and the other two joined in. The only thing that filled the halls where my screams and the sound of feet running in my direction. I closed my eyes, wishing for the mental and physical pain to stop. I heard a yell from someone as I felt them stop kicking me. I heard someone fall to the ground. I opened my eyes to see Mark had punched Bob in the face which caused him to fall to the floor. I sat up and pushed myself back toward the hallway exit. Mark turned toward Wade and bent down. He then turned his body to where he swept Wade off his feet by tripping him with his leg. He glanced at me then looked back to see Amy's fist sailing toward him Her knuckles made contact with his face but he stood his ground unlike Bob. She threw another punch but he ducked down and hit her in the stomach. Amy doubled over in pain as the guy pushed her to the ground. He took a deep breath then smirked. She looked up at him as he walked over to her and squatted down in front of her. "I gave you a chance to leave him alone... you should have taken it." He got up and made his way over to me. Man, this kid was rather mature for his age. I started shaking slightly as he lent me a hand to help me up and I gratefully took it. I looked him in the eye but all I saw was a blurry face. Probably because I don't remember what he looks like. I gave him a hug and he hugged me back. I started crying and all I could say was 'Thank you'. I told him this over and over again. From that day on.....

...we were friends. I smiled at the thought of him. I may not remember his face but I remember his kindness. "Well, well, well..." My eyes shot open at the familiar voice. It continued to say, "Look at what the cat dragged in." I heard laughter from a different voice as it said, "Ready to have some fun Bod?' I could hear the smirk on Bobs face as he said, "You know it Wade..."