Before I Was Broken. (A Jacksepticeye, Markipler, and FNAF Fanfiction)

Chapter 14. One Day Until The Party. Part 2. * Edited *

3055 Words

POV Sean

"What? What do you mean I'm awake, I was sleeping?"I asked, confused. I know for a fact that I wasn't sleeping, but I really don't what I was doing.

"Yes, you fell asleep, and we were worried that something bad was going to happen, because you're not supposed to sleep while you have a concussion." Mr. Jhonson explained to me. I scrunched my eye brows.

"I wasn't sleeping, I don't remember ever going to bed!" I continued trying to stand up for myself.

"Jack, you're not going to remember very much from before you went to bed." Dada tried to talk to me, but I just looked to the side of him, not wanting to show my frustration with him. I know he means well for me, but he wont believe anything I say. I know I'm crazy, that doesn't mean that I'm always wrong!

"Alright dad," I gave in, not wanting to get into an argument.

"Jacky, your father and I have discussed, and we think that you need to spend some time outside. Get some fresh air, take in the scenery, talk to people. Real people," Mr. Jhonson said to me, emphasizing real.

Wait, you discussed something, and have decided for me? That doing what you want me to do, will be in my best interest? You know, you guys are real jerks. You don't know what's best for me, because you don't even know me! You can't understand what I'm going through, because you won't even ask! You don't talk to me because you want to help me with my problems, you talk to me; because you want to gossip behind my back of how crazy I am. I see how it is.

"Fine. I'll go outside." I mumbled, and they smiled, seeing how I conformed to exactly what they wanted me to do.

"Great. Just don't go too far, okay? Maybe, just play in the yard? How about we invite Sarah over?" My dad asked.

"No. I want to be alone." I said, sharply, not directly looking into their eyes, looking over, and minding myself.

"Oh, alright. Go play." Dad said, handing me Freddy. I looked at him, and nearly chucked him onto the ground.

"I want, to be, alone." I reiterated, looking into dad's eyes, and dropping Freddy on the cold, unforgiving floor, then walked out, before I could see their reaction. I didn't care. Frankly, I want to be alone. What's so hard to understand about that?

My long fingers wrapped around the cold, faux brass door handle, and really thought about what I should do in this situation. I know I have to go outside. That's what they want me to do, and that's what I already said I said I would to; but I wanted to feel like I had some control over myself. I mean, why am I controlled by everything? I'm just like this door. Maybe it would like to un-hinged at some point where it is shut. Maybe it wants to let in some fresh air. Maybe have some fun swinging to and fro. But no, it is only allowed to do whatever the one in control of it wants it to do. Always stricken under the cold hard grasp of the hands of whom do it wrong. I knew that this wasn't fair to the door, but I was an actual human, so I disregarded the door's feelings, turned the knob, and stepped into the fresh, spring air.

I actually smiled, as the smell of dark blue roses filled the air. I looked over, and saw that there was a husband and wife sitting in the garden, planting them. I remember them! I usually don't talk to our neighbors, just because I am so fascinated by what they're doing. They look like they're so in love. I would never want anything to ruin their relationship.

As I was watching them, they seemed to notice, smiled, and waved for me to come over to their yard. Dada told me to stay in our yard. I think I can trust this family. I didn't want to be controlled anymore, so I stepped into the street, and quickly crossed the yard.