QOTD: Is this story really based off of your life?

AOTD: Yes it is. And it's only gonna get worse from here, so just a fair warning to you all.

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"Jack?!" Mark called out as he stepped through the front door. No answer.

He was about to call again but once he neared the living room, he had accidentally stepped on broken glass. Mark was puzzled. He lifted his foot to reveal the glass that is now nothing but tiny glass fragments of what it used to be. It was only then when he realized that the mirror that used to hang by the front door had been smashed. Out of anger? Maybe, he thought.

Furrowing his brows, he looked closer at the cold tiled floor to see a small trail of blood that was leading to the bathroom.

His heart immediately started beating rapidly as the realization hit him. Knowing what happened, he leapt from his crouching position and raced to the bathroom. He tried the doorknob but it was locked. Figures.

"Jack!? Open this door right now!" He yelled, pounding his fist into the dark wood.

All he heard was muffled cries and the water running from the sink.

"Jack please! please open the door before you do something you're gonna regret!" He warned.

Before he could even blink, the door swung open. There stood a very very angry and upset Jack. Blood streaks running down one arm, eyes red and puffy, heavy breathing, and his opposite hand gripped tightly into a fist.

Mark should've backed off when he had the chance, but instead he reached out for Jacks bloody wrist in attempt to help him.

"Oh no Ja-"

Jack dodged his aiding hand. He looked as if he would murder someone at that point, he didn't even blink. Mark still stayed put. Bad idea.

"Do something I regret?" Jack spoke ever so softly.

"Jack please, you're bleedi-"

"Do something I regret?" He repeated with a harsher tone.

"Yes, Now let m-"

"Do something I regret?!" He exclaimed, getting louder by the second while stepping closer to Mark as he kept stepping back in fear.

"Listen, we can argue later, let me help-" Mark tried again.

"LET ME BLEED! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" Jack yelled.

Mark winced. He dared not to speak another word.

"I honestly don't give a flying fuck what happens to me at this point!! You're over here lying to me for the millionth and I'm sick of it! How many chances have I given you?!" He asked.

He was yelling so loud that Mark swore the entire neighbourhood could hear him. But that was the least of his worries right now.

"Listen I'm sorry! Tell me why you're so upset" he said feeling defeated.

"WELL I DON'T KNOW MARK, MAYBE IT STARTED OFF WITH NOT TELLING ME I HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA!"

"I was going to tell you! I swear!-"

"Save it!" He retorted.

"Not only was that enough, I got a call from the hospital when I got home!" He continued to yell.

This was the moment where Mark really should have left the house.

"Call? I don't underst-"

"DON'T ACT STUPID WHEN YOU KNOW! SOME BITCH THAT WORKED AS A SECRETARY IN THAT HOSPITAL CALLED TO INFORM MR. FISCHBACH ABOUT PRIVATE INFORMATION ON MY FATHER THAT SHE FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT!" Jack screamed.

Mark knew he was a goner when he heard those words.

"YOU WENT BEHIND MY BACK AND TRIED TO FIND MY FATHERS EXACT LOCATION AND PRIVATE INFORMATION WHEN I DELIBERATELY SAID TO NEVER SPEAK OF HIM OR TO GO SNOOPING IN MY FAMILY BUSINESS AGAIN?!" Jack breathed heavily. He was so angry and mentally drained that he felt lightheaded.

"I'm sorry.." He whimpered.

"MY FAMILY IS OF NO CONCERN TO YOU! I CAME TO LIVE WITH YOU TO GET AWAY FROM ALL THAT AND TO START A NEW LIFE! MEANWHILE, YOU HAD NO PROBLEM IN GOING BEHIND MY BACK TO GET ANY INFORMATION YOU COULD ON HIM!"

"YOU KNOW, FOR A SPLIT SECOND I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY PAST. FUCK YOU FOR REMINDING ME!" Tears were flowing out of Jack's eyes like waterfalls.

Jack was done, done with everything and everyone. Wanting nothing to do with Mark any longer, he grabbed his car keys, stormed passed Mark, and bolted out of the house.

He had no desire in going back.