(Jack's P.O.V.)

I walk along the hallways, which are busy as usual. Kids are trying to get from one class to another, others are just standing around talking to friends. It's a normal day. 

"Hey." I hear, and I smile as Mark puts his arm around me. 

"Hey." I say back and he chuckles, kissing my cheek. 

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?" He asks and I smile more, nodding. 

"And you're the best thing to have ever happened to me." I say and we stop by our lockers, kissing softly, passionately, but only for a short time. Then I push him away. "But it's time for school." I say and he frowns playfully. 

"Aw, come on." He whines, making me laugh and soon he's laughing too. We get our books, and put them in our bags, then we walk hand in hand to math. The day goes by normally, the same as always. It's always the same. 

And before I know it, it's the end of the day. Mark and I are once again walking down the halls, hand in hand, laughing and joking with each other. The halls are mostly empty, since most people have already left. We walk towards the back of the school, since we use the back doors to exit the building. It's closer to the walk home. 

"It's been a pretty good day." I say suddenly, and Mark looks at me, smiling. 

"Yeah it has. Plus I aced that math test." He says, and I bump into him. 

"I had no doubts." I say and he chuckles. 

"Not saying you did. I did though. God I thought I fucked that up for sure." He says and I shrug. 

"I did okay." I say, knowing that that is a downright lie. I ended up only getting a 43%, which is almost 30% lower then my previous lowest score. But of course, I'm not gonna tell Mark that. 

"Well I got 92%, a new personal record!" He says and I smile, stopping him and hugging him. 

"Good for you!" I say and he chuckles, hugging me back and burying his face into my neck. 

"Oh god I love you." He whispers. I pull away from the hug. 

"I love you too." I whisper, and I lean in for a kiss. He kisses back, our lips moving in sync. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, and the other sits on my waist. I put my arms across his shoulders, one of my hands reaching up to play with his hair. I tug on his hair a small bit, making him sigh in pleasure. 

He smiles into the kiss, deepening it a small bit seeing as there is no one else in the hallway. He starts getting a small bit rougher, licking my bottom lip teasingly. I chuckle softly, opening my mouth to grant his wishes. This seems to surprise him, but he doesn't argue. It's pure bliss. That is, until I feel a sharp pain in my back. 

"Agh!" I yell, jumping away. I hear laughing from behind me and I turn around to see Chase, smirking, with his pocket knife in hand. 

"Man you guys are just so... Gay." He says, and I hear protests from Mark. I look behind me to see Mark being held back by two of Chase's goons. 

"Jack, what the hell is going on?" He asks, and then he gasps. "Oh my god! Chase what the fuck?!" He yells, and I can feel the blood trickling down my back. Chase clicks his tongue. 

"Oh, you bad boy. You didn't tell your boyfriend over here anything, did you?" He asks. My eyes widen and I hesitantly shake my head. Chase cuts my arm, making me hiss in pain, falling to the ground. "You see Mark, this has been a regular thing for... Months!" He says, and Mark's eyes widen, looking at me with sadness, anger, and hurt. 

"Jack why didn't you say anything?" He asks, but I can only cry. 

"Cause he was afraid." Chase taunts, cutting me again. This time he cuts my other arm, deeply too. I cry out, blood staining my shirt. I watch as he walks over to Mark. "He was afraid of this." And with that he starts cutting Mark rapidly, and all I can do is watch and cry as Mark cries out in pain, blood staining his clothes. 

"No! Stop! Please!" I beg, but Chase only laughs. 

"Man! This is the best! We should do this more often!" He says, and the goons drop Mark to the ground, where he rolls around in agony. 

"Stop!!" I yell, crying. And I do nothing but watch as they beat Mark senseless, and all Mark does is cry in pain and watch me with sad, angry, hurting eyes.

***

"No!" I yell, sitting up quickly. I look around frantically, noticing that I am not at school. I am in my bed, and Mark is laying next to me, stirring from his sleep. He wakes up, looking at me with concern. 

"Hey are you okay?" He asks sleepily. I just nod. 

"Yeah. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep Mark." I say softly. He doesn't do anything but nod, and in a few seconds, he's out. I sigh, putting my hand to my eyes. God that was so... Vivid. So real. It's almost exactly like what happened with Signe... Back in 7th grade. God... My life is so screwed up...