My Demons (A Septiplier Fanfic)

Where's Jack?-Part 12

A/N: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SELF-HARM!!!!! If you are in any way upset by, triggered by, or offended by Self-Harm, please DO NOT READ!!!
If you are struggling with Self-Harm, please know that you are NOT alone. You are loved and wanted. You are so important. If you want to, please do not hesitate to message me. I love you guys. <3
Also there's a lot of swearing.
This part has an extra SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY UPSET BY, TRIGGERED BY, OR OFFENDED BY SUICIDE MENTIONS AND ATTEMPTS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!!!
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Jack's POV

Jack glanced behind him for the thirtieth time in twenty seconds. He kept his head down to avoid getting recognized, and so that no one would see that he was crying and ask if he was okay.

He was not okay.

Mark saw him as a stressor. A burden. He had confirmed it. Jack was nothing more than a problem with no solution. A question with no answer in sight.

Maybe dream Mark had been correct...Maybe he really was ruining Mark's life.

Jack ducked in a small bookstore on the side of the street. He walked straight to a corner of the store and dried his eyes as best he could. He glanced up, looking for a sign that indicated where the restroom might be. When he spotted it, he made a beeline to where the arrow pointed.

Jack pushed open the door. It wasn't a single stall bathroom, but it was empty.

Jack took off his backpack and opened it. He needed to see what all he had left Mark's house with, and what he was without.

The first thing Jack noticed was that he didn't have anything to hurt himself with. The others had succeeded in removing everything he could use. However, they had left a small screwdriver Jack kept in the smaller pocket of his backpack for emergencies. It wasn't sharp enough to use, but once he saw it, an idea popped into his head.

Jack put the screwdriver back and continued digging through the backpack.

Along with the screwdriver, the smallest pouch contained Jack's wallet, a half empty pack of gum, and sunglasses. Jack took the sunglasses out-he could use those to his advantage.

In the second to smallest pouch, there was a small notebook that a fan had gifted him and a small pencil case. Jack quickly checked the pencil case. It contained three pencils-two wooden and one mechanical-an eraser, two pens-one black ink and one blue ink-a yellow highlighter, and a blue highlighter. Jack put that away and moved to the biggest pouch. In that was his portable water bottle, another long-sleeve shirt that he had shoved in before rushing out of the house, a hat, and a smaller zip-up jacket that he had also shoved in last second. Jack took off his hoodie as it was now making him feel hot from all the running, and changed into the jacket. He threw on the hat and pushed the hoodie into the backpack. He put the backpack back on and left the bathroom.