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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE; KLAUS MADE WAFFLES

!! this chapter mentions self-harm if that triggers you then please ignore this chapter or msg me for a summary !!

chapter thirty-five
(the frost)

     IT WAS snowing outside. Jack decided to focus on the outside world from his window in his room. He sat on the window seat, bundled up with a blanket and a book.

      It was now Monday and Klaus had told Jack he was allowed to stay home today if he wanted to. It wasn't like they were doing anything important today since he had a supply in multiple classes and he would've just been in the cafe helping clean up the mess from last Friday's dance.

       He felt awkward now. Awkward around Klaus since he had noticed his arm. He didn't know how to act right now, was he supposed to seem depressed or was he supposed to act like nothing had happened?

       He just remembered Klaus's hurt face. An image that would be stuck in his head forever.

saturday morning . . .

       "Jack why would you do this to yourself? Why hurt yourself?" Klaus asked him, still holding up his wrist.

        Jack shrugged, unable to find any words right now. Klaus looked so confused, like he had been stabbed in the back.

       "It's okay, it's okay" Klaus shushed, "I just, I don't completely understand. I mean you know we love you don't you?" he asked slowly and carefully.

Jack's vision went foggy but he fought the tears threatening to fall. He didn't want to cry right now, crying would fix nothing.

So he nodded, "Yeah-Yeah I know you guys love me" he cautiously replied.

Klaus tilted his head, "Then why would you do this?" he asked truly interested in finding out why.

Jack's mouth twitched, "I-I don't know!" he exclaimed. He slowly pulled his wrist back from Klaus and rolled down his sleeve. "It's just the way I cope" he spoke softly.

       Klaus took a sharp breath, "But you're hurting yourself!" he yelled making Jack flinch. Then he exhaled and blinked, "I just don't understand. You don't like yourself? you think you deserve this is that it?" he asked in a calmer tone.

      Jack wanted to nod. "Klaus I don't know, it just helps" he rushed out, trying to ignore his stare. Klaus wouldn't look away from him, almost afraid he would disappear if he did.

       Klaus went quiet for a moment, "Come with me" he said turning around and walking to the kitchen.

      Jack followed, not having enough energy to even try and argue right now.

      "I'm cleaning those, they could get infected and end up hurting you even more" Klaus reminded, reaching under the sink and grabbing some rubbing alcohol. Since they barely had enough food aside from food for Jack, the kitchen was filled with first aid supplies and blood bags. "Go here" Klaus said motioning to the counter.