He watched as Jack looked up then, but not at him, not at the screen. He seemed to be looking at something, or someone, where Mark couldn't see. He seemed, scared? "Jack? You're scaring me dude," Mark said seriously, watching as Jack turned back to actually look up at the screen. "I'm sorry, I can't do this right now." Jack sniffed, reaching to close the chat. "W-wait!! Jack, please don't leave. I want to help you, just please tell me what's going on." Mark pleaded, seeing Jack hovering, battling with some internal struggle to just run away from this conversation. "Or let me come to see you, so you don't have to go through whatever this is alone." Mark fights to bring his broken friend back to reality, he just hopes he isn't too late. Rated mature for swearing and violence later on. I will say right now, I can't say when updates will happen, I haven't got a schedule as I work and go to college to. So, be patient! And thank you for reading. TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of self injury later in the story, torture, mental illness.