Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines

Jack-Depression

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Quick A/N

Feels warning! There is going to be some really heavy stuff in this one. So if you're sensitive to depression, cutting, or anything like that, you probably shouldn't read this. But if you want to, go ahead, I'm not in control of your mind. Anyway, to the story.

Your POV

I slowly lifted the bandages, wincing at the pain of air hitting the day old cuts along my arms. I threw the old, bloodied bandages away and wrapped my arms up with new ones. When I finished cleaning up, I put my hoodie back on, hiding the bandages. I can't let Jack know I'm doing this.

I walked back  my room, closing the door behind me and locking it. I sat down on my bed, pulling my knees up to my chest and started to cry. It felt good to cry, so I just let all of it out. I didn't care how loud my sobs were, Jack wasn't home anyway. I cried for a little while longer until I heard the front door open.

"I'm back!" Jack called.

I calmed myself down, wiping my tears away. I never liked to cry in front of people. It made me feel weak. I got up, unlocking the door and coming out of my room. Jack was in the kitchen putting the groceries away. I walked in.

"Hey Jack." I said, grabbing a bag and helping him.

"Hey. You okay?" He said, studying my face.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?" I asked, hiding the truth.

"It just looks like you've been crying." He said.

"Nope. No crying here." I said, putting on a fake smile.

He looked concerned.

"(Y/N), don't lie to me." He said, walking closer.

I froze, the smile disappearing.

"I-I'm not lying." I stuttered.

He stopped right in front of me.

"Yes you are. I can tell when you're lying." He said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

I looked down.

"Jack... I don't want to talk about it." I said, trying to pull away from him.

He gripped my wrists.

"Jack. Let go." I said.

"No." He said. "Not until you tell me whats wrong." He griped my wrists tighter.

"Ow! Jack stop it." I said, still trying to pull away.

He loosened his grip.

"That hurt?" He asked. "How?"

I didn't answer.

He lifted up my sleeves, revealing the bandages.

A tear slipped from my eye as Jack looked back to me, his face riddled with concern and sadness.

"(Y/N). Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

I looked back up at him. He had tears in his eyes.

"This is why. I hate for people to worry about me and treat me like a baby. And I hate to see people cry over me." I said, more tears coming. "Especially you. You're the only person that can make me smile. So when I see you sad or something, it kills me."

He hugged me, starting to cry. I hugged back.

"I don't care what I have to do, I will keep you from doing this anymore." He whispered, pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

"You can't do anything about it..." I said, looking back down to the floor.

"Sure I can." He said, lifting my head back up by my chin.

He smiled warmly. I smiled back. He hugged me again, but this time, when he pulled back, he smashed his lips onto mine. I froze, blushing a deep scarlet, and kissed back.

He pulled away for air.

"Can't do anything my arse." He said, smiling and blushing.

I smiled too, and kissed him again, running my fingers through his hair.

Jack's POV

I really don't care what lengths I have to go to to get her out  of depression, but I will do it. I love her, and I can't stand to see her cutting or preforming self-harm of any kind. I just can't. I love her too much for that, even if I won't say it out loud at first.

Your POV

I love him. And I don't want him to worry for me, but I can't really stop him. I think this depression will be over soon thanks to him. Hopefully. I can't stand feeling like this.

Okay! Done. I know I know. This one is sad and depressing, but come on! Not all of them are gonna be good. You should know that by now! And if you do, good. That means you're prepared for anything! Anyway, stay bossome! And I'll see you in the next thing I write.

~ScarletSepticEye~