Ayo! It would be awesome of you listened to the song before the chapter! It'll put more of an image in your mind :)
Mark POV
I had just left the hospital and was getting in my car. I was exhasted, I was always on high alert, I was making crap YouTube videos at random because I was so busy with Jack. But being with him was blissfull. I never felt like I had to hold anything back. I turned the key and switched on the engine. Ever since Jack had showed me Twenty Øne Piløts that was all I ever listened too. I smiled as the song "Truce" came on.
I slowly backed out of the parking space and sang along.
"Now the night is coming too and end," I sung out in a strong voice. I listened for a while because it was such a beautiful song. I realized I had to get some milk (HE NEEDS SOME MILK) from the corner store because we had been out for over a week now and Matt and Ryan were to lazy to get it. I pulled into an open place and locked my car. I was strolling into the store when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"How's your friend doing," The voice asked, I turned around slowly. It was the criminals who robbed Jack of his legs. Anger boiled up inside of me. I pulled out my phone quickly and dialed 911. But before I knew it one of them had tackled me to the ground. I fought mercilessly, punching, pulling hair, kicking in the crotch. But there was two of them and only one of me.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed out in pain as one of them brought a stick he had grabbed down on my shin. I shielded my face the best that I could. But blood had already began to pour out of the gash on my forehead. I curled into a ball. Even though I was seriously injured and could barely move, as they walked away I yelled.
"Hey fatass, fuck you," Shaggy hair whipped around and charged me. I didn't care, I had grown numb at this point. Spiked up hair yanked him away from my almost lifeless body. Before I knew it people were surrounding me, calling the police and checking to see if I was breathing. Was I breathing? I couldn't tell. All around me were just blurryfaces, I couldn't see straight. Slowly my mind began to shut down, I couldn't talk, I couldn't see or smell.
Was I dead?
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FanfictionJack's been going through some tough times in his life, but never like this. He's in love with his best friend, he knows he'll never confess, but what would happen if word got out? Jack knows Mark has been trying to help him get through his depressi...
