Werewolf, You Stole My Heart - Chapter 2 - "Without You, I Go Crazy, Dear"

WARNING TRIGGERS: Suicide Attempt, Cutting, Blood

Over the next few weeks, Jack picked up a routine; wake up usually in the afternoon, get some breakfast from a fast food place, eat, go home, watch TV or play video games until he is hungry again, get more fast food, eat, go home, sleep, wake up. Jack felt like a puppet on a string, he was not in control, and had just a few basic motions.

However, one afternoon, Jack decided he wanted to cut his strings and take control. He drew a bath for himself, and removed his clothes. He slowly traced the light markings that were up and down his arms.

Self-harm scars. Mark was one of the only ones that Jack told, and Mark had helped Jack stop. Jack smiled wistfully at the memory, where was Mark now?

Not only that, but Jack entrusted within Mark one of his deepest secrets, the fact that he was suicidal, but Mark didn’t do the same, instead choosing to lie to him.

Jack found the box that Mark had in the side table next to his bed, he opened it and took out the blade. His lips tightened as the cold metal greeted the skin of his fingers. Jack sighed and took the blade into the bath, which was now full.

Jack first decided to let the warm water rest around him, and wanted to stay there forever, but the water began to turn cold. His fingers danced on the edge of the bathtub before they found what they were looking for.

Jack hissed at the pain of the first cut, the feeling unfamiliar and painful. But even so, the feeling of that first string snapping urged Jack to continue, to take back his life in death. Jack kept going, the water turning pink around him, he finally stopped when the blade fell from his hand. He was slipping in and out of consciousness from the blood loss.

Jack was too far gone to hear the banging on his bathroom door, he had locked it to keep anyone from finding him too early. The banging continued, until the door burst open, nearly off its hinges. As Jack slipped back into consciousness momentarily, he smiled softly as he saw the familiar pink hair. However, his smile faded as he saw the worried and slightly horrified chocolate eyes, why was his angel upset? He was finally free of his strings.

That was the last thought he had before he blacked out. When he woke up, he was in the hospital. There was an IV in his arm, and stitches holding the wounds closed. Jack hit the button for a nurse, and one arrived shortly.

“Ah! Sean, you are awake!” The nurse smiled brightly.

“How.. Did I get here?” Jack asked groggily, the drugs being pumped through his system from the IV were working their magic.

“Well, a man brought you into the ER, and wouldn’t leave until he knew you were going to be fine, that was.. Yesterday.”

“Yesterday? How long have I been here?” Jack asked.

“This is your third day.” She answered promptly.

“Marvelous,” Jack muttered. “Who brought me in here?”

“He refused to give his name.” She said, Jack’s memories traveled back to the last thing he saw before blacking out, Mark. Jack needed to confirm it, however, and asked.

“What did he look like?”

“Well,” she started, “He had brown eyes, a bit of a scruff, glasses..” Her eyes traveled up to the green mess on Jack’s head. “Oh! And hair like yours, except instead of green, it was pink!” Damn. Jack thought, it was Mark. “Do you know him?” She asked, cutting through his thoughts.

“Mhm.” Jack nodded, “He is my b- ex, I guess.” She got the memo that it was a dangerous topic. “When am I good to leave?”

“I’d say tomorrow, we don’t want your stitches to rip.” Perfect. Jack thought. Just perfect.

Jack was about to lay down and close his eyes when he saw something that disappeared quickly, through the window on the door. He just shook his head. Don’t get your hopes up, Jackaboy.

When Jack was sent home the next day, he was told to not exert himself, or do much of anything with his arms. As he approached his apartment door, he sucked in a breath. He placed the key in the lock and unlocked the door. He closed his eyes as he opened the door.

“Jack!” It was Mark, Jack opened his eyes to see the half-Korean, and oh god was it good to see him. Mark shuffled off his place on the couch and wrapped his arms around Jack. “Oh god I missed you,” Mark mumbled.

“I miss you too.” Jack said sadly.

“What do you mean? I’m right here!” Mark tried to reason with Jack.

“No you’re not.” Jack opened his eyes, Mark wasn’t here. His apartment was silent. He was alone.

The cold feeling in his heart appeared, and he welcomed it. It was a distraction. He wanted Mark back.

A few days later, he decided that he was being somewhat pathetic, and bought a few bottles of beer from the store. He sat on his couch, downing them, the liquid felt good down his throat, so he kept going.

Laying on the couch, half awake and smashed to the ends of the earth, Jack heard his phone ring. He ignored it the first two times, and then decided to get up and find it. He stumbled around the room, trying to find it. Finally he picked it up and pressed answer, before holding up to his ear.

“Hello?”