Eyeless: Joey Jordison x Reader (T/W: Smut)

Chapter 51. Jade's POV

-----eight years later, July 25th.-----

"Jesus fucking Christ why do you have to be such a fucking bitch?!" Joey screamed.

"Oh! So I'm the bitch you fucking dickhead? You're the one who keeps fucking drinking like a god damn alcoholic! You actually are a fucking alcoholic at this fucking point!" I screamed back.

"So what? I don't give a shit if you have a problem with it then fucking leave!" He shouted.

"Alright! It's settled! Goodbye you total shit worth of a husband!" I barked, putting my shoes on and going outside the front door.

I then drove off to the safest place I'd be, which would be at Val's.

Me and Joey have been constantly fighting about his drinking problem. I try to get him to stop because it's unhealthy and we both know it, yet he keeps doing and we get into arguments and everything. But this time was just different. I wanted to get away from him for a bit. It's what I needed.

I finally arrived at Val's house and she let me inside and led me to to guest bedroom. I planed on staying here until tomorrow.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Val asked me, concern filling her voice.

"Yeah, I'm alright, we'll just talk it out tomorrow I'm sure, we love each other but we have our arguments." I sighed.

"Alright, well, sleep well." Val said while closing the door to the bedroom I'm staying in.

I got up and turned off the light and then crawled into my bed. I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. Are we going to be alright? We fight more and more each month. It's not him. It's the alcohol. I got lost in my thoughts. I decided to listen to my Metallica playlist since me and Joey used to always listen to them while we were on tour. I can't even describe how much I miss those days.. I sniffled at the thought that we'd never be around the band again.

I miss watching South Park with Sid. I miss the sight of Chris and Sid aggravating Mick. I miss Craig being Craig. I miss Corey making drinks for him, Jim, and Shawn to drink. I Miss Joey running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I miss Paul trying to stop all the chaos. I miss all of them.

I eventually fell asleep while in my thoughts.

-----Morning-----

I got up and went out to the living room, I seen Val and gave a tired smile to her, which she returned. I sat onto the couch and turned on the TV. There was nothing interesting on so I went to the kitchen and made me (whatever the fuck you want for breakfast) and ate at the island.

Me and Val decided to play Mario party because why not, we had fun but she mostly beat me. It was 3PM so I decided to say goodbye and headed my way for home. I hoped Joey had cooled off.

I got there and I first knocked on the door, no response. I knocked again, but once again, no response. I took my key and opened the door, I was greeted by a foul smell. Did one of the cats die and is rotting somewhere?

"Joey? You here?" I called out.

No response.

I walked towards our bedroom and seen him sleeping. Wait, why? It's 3:30 PM in the evening.

"Joey?.." I muttered.

I then noticed his chest wasn't moving, at all. He wasn't breathing. I walked over to him and put two fingers on his neck. No pulse. My eyes filled up with tears and my heart ached as I sobbed into my hands.

"No, no, no." I sobbed, realizing that the last think is said to him was shouting at him that he was a shit husband.. that's not true, it never was. I wish I'd be able to tell him that. I can't now.

"I'm so sorry." I whimpered.

Eventually I had to call the cops sometime or another. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and someone picked up.

"911 what's your emergency?" The person who answered the phone said.

"My husband.. he's.. dead." I sobbed.

"Okay Ma'am, I need you to tell me what happened."

"I'm not sure.. I got home from my friends because me and him had a argument and I found him dead in our bed." I answered between my gasping of air.

"He must have died in his sleep. Help is on the way. I just need you to stay calm."

"Okay." I croaked before hanging up.

He died in his sleep.. alone. If I never had left then this probably would've never happened maybe. Or it could've at least waited. I can't handle this. I can't take this. I don't want to live without him.

I ran over to my night stand and opened the drawer and grabbed my gun. I then turned off the safety and shot myself.

(A/N) Please read:

Howdy gang, I've been thinking about rewriting this in third person because
1. I've gotten better at writing
2. I think third person is a better perspective and everything

I'm also wondering if I should put "(Y/N)" instead of Jane and what not, or if I should use gender neutural terms and everything, I don't know, just let me know what ya'll think and everything though currently I'm unsure if I'm going to or not.

And if I do rewrite, maybe with a less.. depressive ending?

Btw, thank you sm for almost 13k reads!