(Jack's P.O.V.)

School. Ever since my nightmare I keep expecting everyone to disappear, a shooter to appear, and Mark to wind up dead. But I know it won't happen. Or at least, it shouldn't happen. I'm just walking down the hall, carrying my books, my bag draped over my shoulder. I push my glasses onto the bridge of my nose. That's right, I'm wearing my glasses today. Why am I wearing my glasses today? I don't know. 

I pass by math class and right when I get in front of lockers a hand comes out of nowhere and pushes me. I hit the lockers hard, the wind being knocked out of me. What the hell? I hear laughing and I look up a bit, noticing that I was looking at the ground. My eyes go wide and I gasp quietly. There stands Felix, Bob and Wade, the three of them chuckling with rotten smirks. But that doesn't surprise me, what surprises me is who they're standing behind. 

"M...Mark?" I ask quietly. Mark just tilts his head to the side. He looks... Not like Mark. He wears his glasses, but they're different glasses, very thin and black rimmed. He has gauges now, along with a tattoo that I can just see peeking out from below his sleeve. What the hell happened? "What happened to you?" I ask. He rushes up and pushes me against the locker, smirking the way I used to smirk. 

"You let me down, you hurt me. After that I just... Well I just kept getting hurt. So I became like you, a bully, and you became like me. The victim. And there's nothing your whiny little Irish ass can do about it." The whole time he speaks he's quiet, his voice deep and threatening. I just stare with wide eyes. 

I... I did this? I turned him into... Into me? He lets go of me only to push me down, punching me, kicking me, hitting me. And he's strong. Way stronger then I ever could be. I start crying as he beats me, only him. He beats me while everyone else in the school, the teachers, the students, they all crowd around and watch. And they don't do a damn thing, no, they just stand there and laugh. Laugh! 

"Mark! Mark! Please! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I cry, shaking my head. 

"Sean! Snap out of it!" Once again I sit up gasping, looking at Ma. She shakes her head, putting one of her hands on my cheek. "Baby, this is getting worrying. You were mumbling stuff and you were crying. Is everything okay?" She asks. I shake my head a bit, a few tears still falling. 

"I don't know." I say, my voice hoarse from just waking up. She looks at me with pity and worry, and I just look back at her with confusion and worry. Is all this really going to happen? Will Mark become like me? Will he die somehow? All because of me... It would all happen because of me. Because I hurt him, and I hurt him a lot. All because of me...

(Tom's P.O.V.)


I sigh, putting my hand to my forehead. Mark's been home from work for half an hour and he isn't doing anything. He's just sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with a blank expression. I walk into the living room, looking at Mark. 

"Mark, are you sure you're okay?" I ask. 

"I'm fine." He replies simply. I nod. 

"Okay. Then you need to do your homework. You haven't even touched it this weekend." I say. He doesn't even glance at me. 

"I'll do it later." He growls. What the hell happened that I don't know about? 

He's been so... Not him since he came home that one day. I would call Jack but I don't have his number, and Mark sure as hell doesn't seem all to happy to talk to Jack. I mentioned him once and he snapped at me, literally looked at me and yelled at me to forget about Jack, forget about it all. It's getting really worrying. I bite my lip and I just walk back to my room, getting my phone from the nightstand. I go to my contacts and I speed-dial the one person I think can help. 

"Hey, Ann. It's Mark's older brother Tom. Listen... Do you know why he's so off? It's starting to worry me." I say. Ann chuckles. 

"Oh do I have a story for you." And with that she starts the explanation. I just look at Mark. I hope that this gets fixed soon... Not just for my sake, but for Mark's. Cause he isn't doing very well.