Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

If I Die Young

It had been a full week since I had come back to my hometown, and six days since Sam's funeral. My remaining brothers watched me like a hawk, barely leaving me any room to breathe. I still had some clothes in the closet of my old room, so I had things to wear. But everything seemed so bleak to me. I was currently sitting on my bed, staring at the wall, when my phone buzzed. It was another text from Jack. He had been constantly trying to talk to me ever since Mark came back without me. I hadn't answered, though. I hadn't spoken much to anyone since Sam passed. A knock at my door shook me from my daze.

"(Y/N)? It's Bubba. Can you open the door?" I heard Scotty call. As a tot, I always called him Bubba, because I couldn't pronounce my S's. Bobby was Bubby, Scotty was Bubba, and Roman was Mano.

I got up, sighed, and unlocked the door, pulling it open to reveal a stressed-out ginger male carrying a tray of macaroni. He glanced at my desk, seeing that my dinner was untouched. He gave me a look and poked my forehead.

"You need to eat, missy. How long has it been, five days since you last ate?" He scolded, and I shrugged. Food tasted like sand, and I just wasn't hungry. "You're getting too skinny. I don't like it."

I just shrugged again and glanced down, looking at my stomach through my tank top. I have gotten a bit smaller, I supposed. Oh well. "Do you even want this?" Scotty asked, gesturing to the pasta. I shook my head. He scowled and sighed. "Fine. I love you, sissy."

He departed from my room, leaving me in silence again. I looked outside at the multicolored leaves of Fall. I decided to go visit Sam. Pulling on a light purple-and-black striped sweater over my black tank top, I opened my door and tiptoed down the hallway. As I passed the living room, I froze. Roman was sitting on the couch watching TV. I tried to sneak like a Skyrim Khajiit, but it didn't work. Roman glanced behind him to look at me, black hair falling in his dark eyes.

"(Y/N)! You're up! Where are you going?"

"...walk?" I offered, clumsily pulling on my black boots.

"Don't go too far. It's about time you got some fresh air."

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I stood over Sam's gravestone, a huge hunk of marble with the words, "Here lies Samuel Zachary Wess (Y/L/N). Loving brother, brave soldier, and hero to all. October 4th,1990 - July 24th, 2015. Rest Easy," engraved on it. Sitting down beside it, I placed a single Queen Anne's Lace by the stone. Closing my eyes, I began to talk to him.

"Hey, Sammy. It's rough without you here. We all miss you a lot, y'know. We miss your dirty humor and your weird bouts of cuddliness. Your smile, the way we'd have to yell at you to get your hand out of the cookie jar, even the way Scotty used to have to knock out heads together when we fought. I just hate that I never got to spend enough time with you. And I never got to say I'm sorry for fighting with you so much.

"I was jealous, did you know that? Mother and Daddy adopted you out of nowhere, and their attention immediately went to you instead of me, the baby of the family. I hope that you'll forgive me."

Just then, the wind kicked up and swirled leaves around my head. I smiled for the first time since I got the news that Sam was in the hospital. I knew that Sam had forgiven me. I stood up to stretch and looked at the sky. There was a huge rainbow shining down on me. I felt that Sam was telling me he was safe with God. The light anomaly stretched behind me, and I turned around to follow it.

Standing under the large oak tree, in the shade of the orange-red leaves, was Jack.