When I was finished with my business, I decided to pay a visit to a special someone, who was locked up in his room. I went to knock, but stopped hearing him sobbing on the other side.
"Mama why's you leave me, first yeye, then papa, now him, why won't this end! Please deliver me from these kind of people! Why did you leave me!" His sobs got harder and harder. I did get what he was talking about. Or maybe I did and just didn't care. Whatever it was I was still stuck on my plan to make his life a living hell. I went for the knob, the door was locked. I could hear him go silent, as if not making a sound was gonna make me go away. I fiddled with the knob, and I could hear him scurrying around as if to hide, or make a blockade. I let out a slight growl of irritation and went to go get some tools, that way I could just remove the knob. I didn't think I took that long. However when I returned to the door, it was wide open. Mark was nowhere to be found. I tore his room apart looking for him. When I couldn't find him I checked my old room, no sign of life. Next, my parents room, still no life. I checked there closet and bathroom. Nothing out of order in there closet, but my dad's razor blades where missing. I rushed to the bathroom by his room, the door was locked.
"Fuck" I cursed to myself, I didn't know if he had the power to do anything to himself, but couldn't make that call to my parents and tell them that mark killed himself. I panicked and began taking off the knob, but the screws wouldn't budge. I took a couple steps back and full force kicked the door. It creaked, I kicked it again just as hard. It creaked again. I took some steps back the used all my force to kick the door one last time, the door flew open. I rushed in and there he was on the floor his blood pooling around him. He was shirtless, the skin under his clothes was paler then his face. Though he hard scars all over his body. Initials, degrading words, a burden he'd be forced to live with. He was curled up, his hand bleeding, his arm as well. I stood shook, saying at the bleeding out unconscious male and placed him in the tub, I sprinted down to the kitchen to get the first aid kit and my mom nursing bag. Luckily, my mother keeps stitching equipment at the house. Though I didn't know what I was doing I had to try, I had no choice, it was my fault that this happened I couldn't call the cops, they'd call my folks. I quickly made my way back to him, cleaning him up and starting on stitching up his arm and hand, the razor was stuck in his hand. So I had to carefully pull it out, cleaning it and stitching it up. I washed him up, being careful not to get the stitches wet. I put him in a clean pair of pajamas and wrapped gauze around his stitching, then I cleaned the bathroom getting rid of all the blood and the razors.
"Hey mark, please wake up. I don't wanna go to jail" I sat next to his bed as he lay unconscious. I put a cool cloth on his head and let out a deep sigh. I knew when he worked he'd be exhausted so I went to make him food. I placed the food on the nightstand, and sat in the other side of the room far enough way so I would scare him if and when he woke.
I sat awake for hours. There was, no movement, but he was breathing, so I knew he wasn't dead. I just watched him until I couldn't see straight. The last time I saw was 3:40 am, I'd reheat his food once more before passing out on the floor by his closet. I would have passed out for longer, but I heard light sobs. My eyes fluttered open and I looked over at the puffy eyes profusely crying in front of me. I stood and moved away from me, I let out a sigh and grabbed the bowl of ramen I made for him. I knew he liked meat so I put chunks of pork in the food.
"Eat, it's not poisonous, or drugged" I handed him the food he shakily took it and ate slowly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that....I didn't know" I didn't look at him.
"Oh....so if I hadn't been raped and molested hundreds times before you wouldn't feel bad? If you hadn't found me bleeding out you wouldn't have done it?" He cried hard, his voice cracking. He looked at the bowl the whole time his hands shaking. The chopsticks clanking against the bowl. "You saved me. No, you saved yourself. You saved me for yourself" he continued. I couldn't even get a word in, though he was right. I did save myself. I didn't feel anything, until now.
"Mark-" I started in but was shut down immediately
"Get out Jackson" he shot a glare at at me, I could tell in his eyes he didn't want me to save him. I could see his spite, his hate, his anger, his depression. I pulled the bowl out of his hand and placed it on the nightstand then hugged him tightly. He froze, then broken down screaming and crying harder than I ever knew was possible. He punched me, kicked me, bit me, clawed at me. Yet, I never let go. I just dropped to my knees and and held him tighter as he wept, finally reciprocating the hug.
