"I'm..s-so sor-rry." I struggled out. I continued to cry into Mark's shoulder while Mark just pulled me closer to him.
"Jack, I just wanna know why. Why do you cut? Why do you starve yourself? Why do you do all of these things to hurt yourself?" He asked me. I pushed him away from me.
"BECAUSE IM NOT PERFECT!" I screamed. The man stood there, staring at me. I shook my head and ran out the door and down to the back door. I looked behind me, and there was no Mark following.
I knew it. He doesn't care.
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Help, I'm Terrified
FanfictionHe's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark...
