Jack awoke numbly, and risks a glance at his phone. Mark had texted him hundreds of times, each getting more and more frantic. Jack sighs, lifting himself off the bed slowly. Maybe I should answer.. No. He doesn't actually care, if he did he wouldn't have ruined my good mood. Jack puffs up, before deflating with a tired look. He shuffles down for breakfast, realizing he hasn't eaten in days, only to discover no food appealed to him. He shrugs, slowly making his way back upstairs and to his computer.
Ring. Ring.
Jack sighs, realizing he had forgotten his Skype would show he was online.He tries to ignore Mark's calls, checking his twitter and seeing multiple comments asking why he hasn't posted. He sighs and clicks out of the tab, when Mark's calls pop up again. Jack stares at the call, and finally presses accept.
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Bruises - Septiplier
FanfictionOh Jackaboy... What have you gotten yourself into... ((Tw: Rape, Abuse, Depression, Self-Harm, Eating Disorders, the whole shebang. Sorry.))
