Matched (septiplier)

|Chapter 7|

"That should be about it. Thanks guys!" Syd sighs and collapses on the floor.

"Syd, don't be a drama queen. All you did was sweep the floors." Aly says jokingly to her tired girlfriend, Syd giggles a tad and jumps right back up on her feet.

"thanks so much for the help."

"No problem Jack! you do so much for us, it's about time we start to repay you." They all smile and nod in agreement to Nat's statement.

Shortly afterwards, they all left to go home. And again I was left alone with my thoughts and an empty stomach.

'I should probably feed myself ' that was a stupid thought, of course I should feed myself, i'm an adult for crying out loud! I begin to walk downstairs and head into the kitchen to check in the cabinets to find something.

"hmmm let's see... cup o noodle... nah, reminds me too much of college. Spaghetti? no, save that for tomorrow night. Chimichanga? I don't feel like shitting myself tonight." why was I so nit picky? I could easily make and eat all of this, but no.

"Maybe just a simple sandwich will be fine." I grab the bread from the cabinet and walk over to the refrigerator to grab tomato, lettuce, and mayo.

I assemble together the sandwich carefully, it may be a sandwich, but it's my sandwich, and I want it to look as good as it tastes. I sit down at the table and my mind races with everything that could go either right or wrong, and with how I think, there are far more things that could go wrong than right. And that's what scared me.

Anxiety started to take over my thoughts, the little tiny me, the anti-jack started taking over my thoughts, whispering to me.

"What if after all he thinks you're absolutely disgusting? you don't deserve someone as amazing as him."

no. please stop.

"what if you say something wrong and he hates you after? you'll be all alone again."

no. i'm a good person, right?

"He'll eventually find out about your anxiety, he'll think you're a freak."

why do my clothes feel tighter? why are the walls closing in on me? Why now? please STOP!

"Maybe he just won't show up at all because he already knows you are A FREAK."

"STOP IT ALREADY PLEASE." my plate falls to the floor shattering into thousands of pieces and my sandwich was in pieces, just like my plate. I have my hands tangled in my mop of green hair. i'm trembling and shaking, my stomach feels like it's in knots and it gets harder to breatg, I can't think straight and negative thoughts have taken over.

I feel drops of water fall onto my lap, I hadn't even realized I had been crying. Why does this have to happen? When something feels as if they are going right, anxiety comes along to screw shit up, I hate it.

I try to focus on my breathing but it was hard when the word 'freak' kept flying around my head. How I hated that word, the name no one who walks on this planet should ever be called. it just kept repeating over and over in my head. i'm not crazy, right?

you're a freak

you're a freak

YOU'RE A FREAK

YOU'RE A FREAK

YOU'RE A FREAK.

I try and clean up the mess I made and decide to go upstairs and decide to take a shower, I had been sweating all day and I don't smell the best. And sometimes, whenever I shower, I come out and feel better because i'm clean.

I strip down and hop into the shower, I still feel like shit and i'm still trembling. I turn in the water and allow the water from the faucet head to pitter patter down my back. Already I slowly begin to feel better. I continue to cleanse myself until the room gets steamy, that was when I realize that I should probably get out of the shower.

I dry myself off and head over to my room and get a nice pair of pajamas on. I blow dry my hair and a wave of exhaustion flows over me. I crawl into bed and almost immediately fall asleep.

*Jack's dream*

I'm in a dark room. no windows. no doors. lit by only a single light source; a lightbulb hung from the ceiling. It seems as if there is no one else is in the room with me, until a hoarse and deep voice spoke out.

"good evening Sean, long time no see." out of the shadows stood anti-jack. He wore a black tank top and jeans. The whites of his eyes were black and his iris' were glowing green, atop his head was a disheveled mass of brown hair, he bore sharp teeth and a menacing grin like he was the cheshire cat.

"anti. you know I hate when you call me Sean."

"fine, Jack."

"What are you doing here?"

"thought you got rid of me? didn't you?" my face contorts and I snarl at his remark.

"what do you want? can't you just go away already. you did enough damage to me years ago." he chuckles.

"oh Jack, that was only the beginning. I should have gotten a medal for managing to get that many people to turn on you." he laughs at the memories that begin to flow back to him. "And besides, you can't just simply 'get rid of your anxiety'. So i'm here to stay, whether you like it or not." he sits down and crosses his legs, looking at me smugly knowing i can't do anything.

"why can't you just let me live my life?"

"because, Jack, it's so much more fun to torture you. especially when you are least expecting it." he has a sinister smile, the smile only a crazy person would show.

"what do you get out of this?"

"a reaction. I get to see you suffer and writhe in pain."

"why don't you go and pester someone else for once. haven't you done enough?"

"you're no fun, I hope you know that Jack. Can't you just play along? I just want to have some fun." he grabs out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and places one between his lips and lights it.

"you're disgusting." He stood up and walks and stands face to face with me. He blows smoke into my face, sending me into a coughing fit.

"too bad you can't do shit about it you freak. soon enough Mark will find out about me, he'll never love you with me around. He'll soon find out how much of a freak you are." Anger flows through me, I ball up my fists.

"don't. call. me. a FREAK." I take a swing at anti, but he catches my fist.

"i'm a force not to be reckoned with you freak." I try and take another swing with my other free arm, but he catches that hand too.
He throws me to the floor and takes a few swings at me.

My nose is bleeding, I have a black eye, my lip is busted, and I look as disgusting as I feel. Anti finished his cigarette and threw the butt of it in my face.

"you better watch yourself Jack, I can attack whenever I want."