Trigger Warning! If you have a history or problem with cutting you may want to skip this chapter! Cutting is mostly what this is about, with both the actual cutting and mention of it!

(Jack's P.O.V.)

It's about 4, but I'm not paying much attention to time. Mark and I are playing some GTA V with Bob and Wade, and once again Wade has been stupid. We're all yelling at him, per usual.

"Should I come out now? Should I try to hurt some of your friends now? Mm... I don't know... Maybe I should just let you be with the suspense that I might..." Anti says and I look at the ground, biting my lip. For the past four days, ever since I first threatened Anti, he's been non stop threatening me, Mark, everyone I care about. I hate it. I hate it so much. And it hurts knowing that he's fully capable of doing it and that I may not be capable to hold him back.

"Yo Jack, are you okay?" Bob asks. I look up.

"Hm? Oh yeah. What are we doing?" I ask.

"Trying to steal a tank back from Wade." Mark answers. I smile a bit, following Bob over to a car. I see Mark's the one driving.

"Come on guys! I saw this fair and square!" Wade complains. I roll my eyes. I know for a fact that that is a lie.

Mostly because of what Mark says next, which is "I saw it first and you know it!" I laugh a bit, just looking around.

"Oh. Guys, we have cops on our tail." I say, turning to Mark's NPC. He chuckles.

"Uh... That may be because I accidentally murdered someone before I got the car." He says. Bob groans and I smile a bit.

"Mark Fischbach why did you do that? I'm so disappointed in you!" I yell, making both Bob and Wade laugh.

"Oh I'm sorry, boyfriend." He says teasingly. I once again thank my camera for not picking up my blush.

"Septiplier away!" Bob says mockingly, which makes me blush even more and smile.

"Wait wait wait, what's the deal with Septiplier?" Wade asks. My blush eventually disappears.

"Nothing. It's just a stupid joke. Not like it could ever be a real thing. Emphasis on the word "joke"." Mark says and my smile falls. I knew it, I knew he'd say that.

"I'll be right back." I say, getting up. I turn both my mic and camera off on Skype, going to the bathroom afterwards. I turn and close the door, not really bothering to actually close it close it, only push it closed and if it actually closes then yay me. If not, who cares. I don't look in the mirror I just look into the sink.

"Come on Jack. Look at me. Do you think I'm ugly? Oh, that hurts." Anti says, and I look up, staring at him. He pretends to look hurt but once he sees me looking at him he smirks like normal.

"I don't care anymore." I whisper. His smirk falls and he stares at me with confusion. I look down and I see something. It's a razor.

I've never cut before. But I like the thought of it now. I look back up at Anti and I pick up the razor, still looking at him. He now looks at me with slight concern. Though it isn't concern for me. It's concern for him. I walk away from the mirror, going towards the bathtub. I kneel down, putting my arms over the side. I take the razor in my left hand, staring at my right. Then slowly I drag the blade across my skin. It stings a little and for a second I reconsider doing this. But then I remember Anti and his threats, and Mark and what he said. And I just cut and I mutter things about Anti and about Mark. After a few minutes I take the razor away, staring at my completely marked arm. My entire forearm is covered in cuts, completely. I'm probably losing a decent amount of blood but I don't feel lightheaded yet so that's good. I take the razor in my right hand, making one cut on my left arm when I hear...

"Jack?" I gasp, dropping the razor and standing up, whirling around. In the doorway stands Mark, staring in horror at my right arm. In seconds I'm in tears. Mark comes over, leading me to my bed. I see on my computer that the Skype call ended.

I just repeat over and over again "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...". Mark doesn't say anything, just has me sit on the bed. Though once I get on the bed I lay down, curling into a ball and just crying.

Mark walks away, then comes back with rolls of gauze and medical tape. He sits down, setting down the medical things. He takes my left arm, wiping and covering that one cut in gauze in about four seconds. Then he takes my right arm and takes a few gauze wipes, trying to get the majority of blood. After he does that he rolls gauze around my entire forearm, securing it at my wrist with medical tape. Then he stands up, putting the medical stuff away I assume. I just keep crying. I see out of the corner of my eye Mark leave the room, razor in hand. He soon comes back, razor gone. Good. I don't want to cut again. No, that was a stupid mistake. He sits on the edge of the bed, silent, patient. He waits as I just cry, and cry, and apologize every once and a while. Eventually, I calm down to just a few tears running down my face.

"Jack..." Mark speaks softly. I turn to him. "Why were you cutting?" He asks, looking absolutely concerned, worried, and distraught. I look away, staying silent. "Is it because of me?" He asks. I once again say nothing. "If you don't say anything I'm gonna assume it was because of me." He says. I look at the ground.

"It's nothing really about you." I say.

"Then what about me made you cut?" He asks, sounding even more distraught. I shake my head.

"It's not just that." I say. I don't want to completely lie to him.

"Well then what else?" He asks. I sigh, trying to think of an excuse.

"Haters. There's been a lot of haters lately and they're just really staring to get to my head." I say, which isn't a complete lie. To some degree Anti is a hater, just... Not online, and in my head... And ten thousand times worse. Mark sighs, helping me sit up. I do but I just kind of fall over, letting Mark somewhat hug me.

"Don't listen to haters. They're just spitting lies to get attention. You are a wonderful, funny, nice person who deserves everything you want in life. Don't let haters get you down." He says. I nod, and he lets me lay down again.

"Jack we have to do it. Let me out. Stop fighting." Anti says and I bury my face in my pillow.

"No." I mutter. I can feel him trying to get out, but I'm not letting him. He's to out of it right now. I'm to out of it right now.

"What was that?" Mark asks. I uncover my face, looking at him. I smile a bit.

"I just said okay." I say, lying. Mark nods, smiling a bit as well.

"Alright. Get some rest okay? Then come down later. You need to eat something. And if you need anything, and I mean it, tell me." He says. I nod, and he leaves the room.

"Great. Now you let Mark, and Dark, get away again." Anti says. I sigh.

"I'm not forcing Darkiplier to come out. I'm not doing that to Mark." I say, covering my face with my hands. Anti groans but leaves it at that. Then, reluctantly, I fall asleep.

(Mark's P.O.V.)

I sit down on the couch, sighing. I can't believe Jack was cutting. I mean, I know this was the first time he ever has, he always wears short sleeves, but still. He was driven to cut... He's always so happy and yet there I found him, bleeding and cutting and crying. And he said it was because of haters. No...

"I know that Jack was lying about why he was cutting but I don't know what the truth is... I really wanna know though." I say in my mind. Dark chuckles.

"If you let me come out I'm sure I can force it out of him." He says. I chuckle.

"Good try, but no." I say. Dark groans.

"Fine. You never let me have my fun Mark." He says. I nod, smiling a bit.

"I know. I do that on purpose. But seriously, do you have any ideas as to what the truth is? Cause I got nothing." I say, frowning. Dark sighs and is silent for a while.

"I mean, the haters thing could be true. It's the thing he said about you I don't believe. That and the fact that he didn't even clarify what it was about you that drove him to cut." Dark says. My frown deepens. Yeah... I mean, now that I think about it... All Jack said on the matter is that it isn't really about me. I don't even think I believe that.

"Well then what about me could have driven him to cut?" I ask. Dark laughs.

"Where do I start?" He jokes and I roll my eyes. Here's the thing about Dark. Yeah he's evil, and yeah I hate him, but we get along okay and he has a sense of humor. I'm just glad I learned how to really control him before I started inviting people over. "No, I'm seriously thinking about this. You and Jack are pretty much best friends. No clue why, I personally find him very annoying but I'm concerned for him right now..." Dark says, and I frown.

"He isn't annoying." I say. Dark sighs.

"I said personally." He says. I shrug.

"I guess that's true." I say and it's once again quiet.

"Did you ever think about the fact that maybe he likes you?" Dark asks. I laugh out loud, I can't help it. Not to loud but laughing none the less.

"That's a funny joke. I love your humor." I say, smiling.

"No I'm being completely serious." He says. I frown a bit. I shake my head.

"No no. Jack has a girlfriend." I say.

"Had." Dark corrected. That's right, they broke up two months ago...

"Why'd they break up again?" I ask. Dark thinks.

"Unsaid circumstances. He never told anyone." He says. Okay that just makes it even more weird. But Jack could never like me. For one, he's straight. For two, I don't think his reactions to all the Septiplier jokes would be the way they are if he liked me. There's a whole bunch of other arguments but I just think that those are the main arguments.

"No he doesn't like me. Dark you're just spitting nonsense again." I say. Dark sighs.

"Whatever." He says and it's quiet. I can't believe Jack was cutting...