Gasoline // Antisepticeye, Jacksepticeye

One: Been In Pain Like Me?

[Chapter One: Been In Pain Like Me?]

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Jack's PoV

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I have to say, I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!

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7 months ago...

The sun shine through the window. A lot of stories start like this, but mine is different. I wanted the sun to explode and leave me alone. I sit in the corner of my room, my head between my legs. It was horrific to think that I wanted him to go away. He helped me so much, and I wanted him to suddenly to go away? I needed to record videos though, so I had some for tomorrow.

You always have tomorrow...

His voice shakes through to me, and I could only nod. I did have tomorrow, no need to worry. Plus, I had some left over videos. I mean, I didn't post them because I thought they were bad. But if he wanted me to wait until tomorrow, then I'll wait until tomorrow. No need to do anything today. That would be a waste of time with him.

I finally stand, walking to the bathroom. I needed a shower. His voice was smooth, and I could smile as he talked to me.

No shower... How about you call up Daithi?

I nodded quickly, wanting to please him. I ran to my office, turning on my computer. Then I clicked on Skype, and hit Daithi's name. He was bound to answer. To my luck, he did.

"What do ye want?" He asked, yawning. His face took up most of the screen, but I didn't mind. Then, my mind blanked.

What did I want? I don't remember waking up, what was I doing here, talking to Daithi? I smile at him before racking my brain. Huh, what the?

"Um," I say, "I guess I just wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere for breakfast?"

Daithi gives me a small smile and sighs. His eyes crinkle, and I smile back once again. "Sean, you do know it is four in the fuckin' mornin', right? What place would be open?"

Oh.

"I don't know," I say, picking on my shirt. "I guess I'm just in pain... I don't know why if yer going to ask," I add, putting my hands up.

Then I remembered. He was here, and he woke me up. Then he told me to call Daithi, which made me look like an idiot. I was in pain because I needed him, the one in my brain with no name. No wonder why it was four.

"Okay. I'll let you sleep longer," I tell my other Irish friend. "Sleep well. Sweet dreams."

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Soon, I find my staggering body in front of a driveway. I was shaking, and the object in my pocket was poking my skin. I was silently having a battle with my inner self, saying I couldn't do this. It was wrong. But he wants it.

I walk up the driveway, my tennis shoes making noise in the rocks. I grimace at every noise, afraid someone will notice me. But, I keep going, he keeps telling me to go. His car is in the driveway, and his blinds are closed at his windows. I wonder if he saw me coming. Either way... No one will notice.

His front door is locked. "Fuck," I mutter, grabbing the Bobby pin that I keep on the front of my skinny jeans. I shoved the piece of metal/plastic into the keyhole, and jiggled it around. Then I turned the handle when I heard the satisfying click, and smiled. "Thank you, Fallout."

I pushed the wooden door open, listening for any sounds that suggests he is awake. He can't know I am here, and even if he did... He was screwed either fucking way.

I tiptoe down the hallway, then I hear paws hitting the wooden floor. A fluffy dog appears before me, his golden fur gleaming in the moonlight. He was just a pup, and so adorable. I saw his throat move, turning into a growl. But I pulled the knife out of my pocket and scrambled towards him. He yelped and ran. Deciding not to chase after the little shit, I traveled up the stairs.

That dog, Joe, was surely going to wake up my victim. But, as if on cue, the voice inside of me cuts in.

He won't wake... he is tough sleeper... go get him, Jack...

I nod silently. This was who I was, right? With tiny steps, I went towards his door, pushing it open with the palm of my hand. David, or Daithi, lay on his bed, his mouth slightly open in middle snore.

I creeper towards the bed, leaning over him. It was time to get rid of this nuisance, once and for all. As I raised the knife, his eyes fluttered open, and he screamed loudly. Scared, I dropped the knife to the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YE DOING?!" he screams, jumping out of his covers. He was in a shirt and boxers, and he lifted up his glasses and jammed them on his narrow face. "WHERE YE TRYING TO KILL ME?!"

Don't give anything away, Jack. Play... dumb.

I scratched the back of my neck, staring at him into his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer to just pop out of my loud mouth.

"Wait," he leans forward, looking into my eyes. "Sean... your eyes are a bright green. Are you wearing coloured contacts?"

I shake my head, then notice. Then I nod, saying, "Yeah."

He nods his head slowly, then points to the door. "Will ye kindly get out? I need my sleep, as well as you do. So," he comes around the bed, turning me around towards the door, "go."

I slam my heels into the floor, refusing to go any farther. He wasn't making me go anywhere, and that was a fact. David looked at me confused, and then I made him talk for me.

"I forgot something, David," he said, his voice low. "It's on the floor. Can I please go and get it back?"

He was playing dumb, and I enjoyed it. I could feel myself burning up as he took over, toying me around. Daithi nodded and held out his right arm, giving me permission to enter. I smiled my best at him. Then I trudged forward, not allowing him to see the object. He probably forgot that he knew what the object was, and he could blame his sleepiness. Shouldn't ever be asleep when Jackaboy comes around to murder you...

Once the blade is in my hand, it is like I disappear. I'm no longer controlling my body, and I bang my fists on the "glass" that is holding me back. I can't tell if he came and took over, but he probably did. Explains why I'm all alone.

He turns around fast, and raises the knife. Daithi let's out a small scream, and lunges to the stairs. But he is too fast, running quickly at him. He slams the knife into David's back. I let out my own small scream, biting into my wrist to cover it. David gags, letting out blood from his mouth and back. His eyes roll into the back of his head, then he falls down the stairs like a rag doll. I keep screaming, seeing as one of my best friends has just died in front of my own eyes, from him. Yet...

As I got back into my own body...

I couldn't help but laugh...