Release - Septiplier

Chapter Eight

A/N: I posted another story! It's called Marley and is a Septiplier/Septicpie fic. If you're interested, please check it out! Also, I apologize for not posting yesterday. I have a bad cold and was busy. :O

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Jack had gotten a cast and now we were back home, sitting in front of the fireplace with some carmel apples. Chica was laying on her back, spread eagle, sleeping. It would've been peaceful with the flicker of the flames and warmth surrounding us, if it wasn't for the elephant in the room, as I now am aware that Jack has been purposely hurting himself by smacking his limbs against random hard places. I couldn't believe I didn't notice how bruised up he was, it feels like it's all my fault. I should've done more, been more aware of how he's feeling, instead I was just too focused on my stupid problems with the nightmares about Eli.

I just wanted our lives to be perfect - but who doesn't? Everyone wants their happily ever after and white picket fence. People need to open their eyes and see that there is no such thing, as life will always be there to knock you down and keep you there, until you eventually can't take it anymore and you die. That's just the way it is and there is no way around that, except by keeping the only thing making your life bearable close - in my case, it being Jack. He's the only thing keeping me afloat on this wreck. 

"Go ahead, say it," Jack sighed, turning to face me. 

"What?"

"Say it. Tell me I'm stupid for doing this, yell at me for breaking my own arm, lash out at me for being an idiot," His eyes trailed down to the ground and he braced himself, as if actually believing I'd yell at him. I simply pulled him towards me and hugged him tightly. 

"You're not stupid. I wish you hadn't broken your arm, but you're not an idiot. You're hurting and I wasn't there for you when I should've been," I sighed and pulled away to see he had tears in his eyes. I went to kiss him softly and chuckled a bit. "I mean, think about it for a moment. I practically forced you into this relationship and you could be feeling stuck and I wouldn't know. If... Fuck, I don't want to say this, but... if you're feeling stuck with me and don't want to be, then... don't be afraid to... to leave..."

"Leave? I could never," Jack frowned. "I love you, Mark, I really do. It's not that I feel stuck here, it's more-so that I feel alone. It's like being back in the cabin I used to live in, being in the middle of no where without anyone to talk to, it was so lonely. Even though I have you and Chica... it's just hard being away from all of our friends. Felix, Bob, Wade... It's hard. And... Yeah."

"And... What? What were you going to say?"

"I can't tell you," He shook his head. "You'll think it's your fault, which it's not."

"Sean, talk to me," I used his real name for effect, which seemed to have worked as he groaned.

"I just... Eli and the others that you... I can't stop thinking about them and the fact that it's my fault they're dea-"

"Don't finish that sentence. Were you the one who held a knife to them? No. Did you tell me to kill them? No. It's not your fault at all, sweetheart, and yes, I did it because I love you, but I did it, not you."

"I-I don't know... And I just... I miss Eli too, you know? It's weird knowing he's not with us anymore and that... that I loved him so much when we were together and-" He bursted into tears and I pulled him closer to me, hugging him tightly to try and comfort him, feeling the hard cast around his arm on my back. "I-I hate him for hitting me, but there were way more good memories than bad. I still can't believe he's gone."

"It's okay, Jack. He wasn't as good as a person as he lead you on to believe or else he wouldn't have hit you."

"Did he... Did he say anything about me when you...?" He trailed off and I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I should tell him what Eli had said in his last few days of living, when he just wouldn't die. 

"No... He didn't say much," I sighed. 

"H-He didn't suffer, did he?"

"No," I quickly said and Jack nodded against my chest, as he was leaning on it. He sighed heavily and seemed to relax a bit. 

"I'm sorry for everything."

"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. I love you and everything that makes up you. I'll be here when you're hurting and I won't leave your side unless you leave mine," I murmured into his hair, hugging him a bit tighter.

"Like I'd ever leave," He giggled a bit and I kissed his head, the nightmares I've suffered from popping into my head. "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, my sweetheart," I smiled a bit and closed my eyes, letting myself fall into the sensation of holding Jack. I could stay here forever and never once get tired of this position.

Jack's the light of my life and I'd do anything for him, which has been proven. I can only hope that my nightmares stay away from reality. With every day and strange occurrence that's gone by, the more and more I believe Jack and I should seriously see a psychic. Even if they are just money scammers, perhaps I'm wrong and we can get this problem situated before it takes a rough turn and hurts us. 

I pulled away softly, noticing Jack had fallen asleep. I carefully managed to stand up while carrying him bridal style and took him to our room. I pulled away the blankets on the bed before setting him down and tucking him in. I kissed the top of his head, noticing Chica had woken up and jumped up, now laying next to Jack. I stretched and went to my side of the bed and laid down, the only thought I had was one hoping that I wouldn't have another dream about Eli tonight.