If You Don't Know (septiplier) Part 3

Go ahead rip my heart out,
Show me what love's all about,
Go ahead rip my heart out,
That's what love's all about...

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It had only been three days but it felt like three years. Time seemed to have almost stopped and never once did he leave Mark's mind. He cried, screamed and slept. That was it. He hadn't eaten for three days, but he didn't feel hungry. He hadn't even moved from his bed, from their bed, except to go to the bathroom.

He had cried until he ran out of tears and now he just lay there, not crying, not moving, barley existing. The pain was the only way he knew that he was still functioning, still a human. He didn't want to be. If he couldn't have Jack, he didn't want to live.

Mark had done a lot of thinking, laying there for so long, trying to figure out why Jack had changed, why he had left. Trying to pinpoint exactly when it all went wrong. But he couldn't, because every time he thought of Jack, all of their memories came flooding back and Mark felt like he was being stabbed, over and over, again and again, in the back, in the stomach. Jack had once promised to never hurt Mark, but that was exalts what he was doing now.

There was a knock on the door. Mark lifted his head slightly, watching the door open. He didn't see who it was, just dropped his head back down. He hoped it was Jack, even though he knew it wouldn't be, even though he knew it was stupid. "Hey Mark."

It was Jack.

Mark looked up slowly. The green haired boy stood in the doorway, but didn't come in. A million things ran through Mark's mind, so fast that he couldn't even tell what he was thinking.

"Guess this must be a...shock." Jack decided, taking a hesitant step into the room. Mark didn't move, didn't speak, didn't breathe. "I'm not...back...just so you know..." His words should be hurting Mark, but Mark wasn't sure there was anything left to hurt. Jack had already ripped Mark's heart out. "I just wanted...to give you...this."

Jack reached into his pocket and set a small box down. Mark took a sharp intake of breath. "You should get up, Mark." Whispered the familiar Irish boy.  "Shower, eat, go out. Make videos." Jack's voice was soft, gentle, but pressing.

Mark didn't respond. How could you be so close to someone one minute, then be so...not? "I also want you to have this." Jack reached around his neck and took off a necklace, hidden under his shirt.

It was one that Jack always wore, but never showed. If he wasn't wearing it, it was with him in a pocket or next to him, always. The necklace carried a small black heart, made of some kind of gem stone. It had belonged to Jack's sister, who was never mentioned.

She had died at just four years old, stuck down by leukaemia. It was tragic and had affected Jack the most out of his family, because he was the closest to her. She was never mentioned because it was too painful and Mark only knew because of the necklace. His sister, Esme, had given it to him in the hospital as she died.

So why would Jack give it to Mark, when it was so special and held so much meaning? "Keep it safe, okay?" Jack asked, seeming to stare into Mark's soul. "Look after it for me. I-I'm going, now."

Jack's voice faltered, if only for a moment, and it gave Mark the hope that maybe Jack didn't really want to go. But then he was gone and Mark felt empty once again. He hated Jack. He loved Jack. He didn't know, anymore. He thought Jack was cruel, to leave in the first place was bad, but then to come back only to leave again? Clearly, Jack hated him.

Mark didn't get up, didn't want to face up to what was in the box, didn't want to see the necklace that Jack had only ever shown him. Slowly, with tears in his eyes he didn't know he had left in him, Mark drifted off to sleep.