i don't have a title for this yet (mark x cesar)

Vol. 7

[im so sorry for this chapter *BUT I PROMISE IT PLAYS A PART LATER ON IN THE STORY PLEASE FORGIVE ME* if any of you ever need help, you can pm me or please get genuine help. you are all amazing and i love you all until the end.
-cesar]

[TW/CW: blood, sh, close attempt of suicide]

Cesar POV

After closing the door, I wait for Mark's footsteps to recede, and go back downstairs, which happens after about five minutes.

I put my hands on the edge of the sink, and just stare at myself in the mirror. There's blood on my face. I didn't think alternates could bleed. But I know for a fact that I can.

[tw start]

I pull the small blade from my pocket and stare at it for a little while. Mark won't be thrilled when he finds out. That's not on my mind right now. I look in the mirror again, but this time I see someone different. It's me, but my face is all blacked out. It's like my face is redacted, or something. A single protruding white eye is on the right side of my face. I stare at it, my feeling mixing in shock and awe, until it gives me a blank white grin. Then it pulls out a gun, I can't tell if it's Mark's or not, and shoots itself in the head.

I blink, and it's gone. A small tear threatens to fall down my face. One, two, three, four. Back and forth. Not too much, not too little. I keep going until I've reached fifteen. Some sprouts of blood are starting to show up. I take a deep breath and put the small blade down on the sink.

I look back into the mirror, and just see myself this time. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unsettling, just me. I regret it. I look down at my arm and back at the mirror. Every emotion hits me at the same time. I break down.

I can't take this. Anything, ever, at all. I just can't take it. I open the door and stumble down the stairs. Mark turns around to see what's going on, but not before I hug him tightly, crying my eyes out. I'm breathing heavily. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. "Woah, woah! What the hell is going on? Are you okay?" He asks, sudden worry in his voice.

I look down at the arm, and see some of the blood is starting to bleed through the fabric. Oh no. No no no no no. This can't be happening. I forgot to treat it. Mark looks down and sees it. He looks back at me, a little shocked. "Cesar..what did you do?"

It's all getting fuzzy. I can't answer his question. I'm trying to form words but my mind is racing. I look at him, trying to explain. "Cesar!" He's shaking my shoulders. He looks really worried.

Small dots are clouding my vision. "Mark..I'm so sorry..I.." I don't get to finish, because all I remember is going limp before my vision went black.

[THIS TOOK TOO LONG IM SORRY BUT IM IN CLASS OK BYE]