!WARNING! This chapter contains graphic details of suicide (which I do not condone) viewer discretion is advised...

"JACK! JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yell as I run into the bathroom. "Mark! I can't take this anymore! I can't take the abuse! I can't take all of this!" Jack cries. "Jack! I can help you just please put down the blade!" I plead. "Mark! Nothing you do can make me stop what I'm about to do!" Jack says, putting the blade to his wrist, tears streaming down his face. "Jack no!" I say reaching towards him. But I feel like I'm stuck in place... My hand freezes, I can't help him. "Stop Jack! You have so much to live for!!" I say. "Goodbye!" Jack yells. He slices the blade across his wrist making sure that it went deep, and hit many veins. Blood starts spilling all over the floor, circling around my feet. I still couldn't move. All I could do was watch, with tears streaming down my face. "M-Mark... I- I'm s- sorry..." Jack's voice fades away and he falls into the floor with a loud thud. I knew right there and then that those were his last words. Then, I could move. I instantly kneel over Jack's lifeless body. His wrist was still gushing out blood, even though I was pretty sure it was almost done. I start to cry, tears flowing down my face at full speed. I stand up to see the blade that Jack had used, his blood still on it. I was hesitant, but then I grabbed the blade and put it up to my own wrist. "Jack... I'm doing this for you..." I say. I take a deep breath, then slice it across my own wrist.

I wake up suddenly and jolt up into a sitting position. I started breathing fast, and my heart was racing. I look at my nightstand and my brother had already brought in my water.

I take a second but then grab the glass and almost drink the entire glass.

A/N:
SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER! I DO NOT AGREE WITH IT AND I DO NOT CONDONE IT!! I DO NOT SUGGEST IT AND PLEASE, TALK TO SOMEBODY!