Once famous Youtuber, Jacksepticeye, gets harassment on a daily basis. He finds it hard to cope with all the hate comments. His friend, Markiplier, tries to help him through this tough time. Will Jack get past it and move on or will he try to end it...
A/N: Sorry for taking so long guys. I got my tongue peirced and I have been healing from that. I also was kind of worn down so I took some time off. Btw the reason I chose a German last name for the therapist is because my mom is a therapist and we are German. (That is not our last name though.)
[TIME SKIP]
Jack's leg bounced vigorously in anticipation while he sat in the waiting room. Mark set up an appointment with a therapist a couple of weeks ago. Mark also drove him there and is siting in the seat next to him for moral support. He looks over to Jack and noticed that he seemed a bit nervous.
Mark: "Hey, I'm sure everything will be fine. You're probably freaking out over nothing."
Jack: " You really think so?"
Mark: "Yeah, I mean what could go wrong?"
A small woman comes out of a side door and looks down on her clip board.
Therapist: "Sean McLoughlin?"
Jack looks up at the woman and gets to his feet. Mark gives him a reassuring glance as he walks passed and into the other room.
Therapist: "Please, have a seat."
She gestures to the large red cushioned chair in the middle of the room. Next to it was a small side table holding a lamp and across from the red chair was a smaller white chair. The therapist waits for Jack to sit down before siting in her own.
Therapist: "Hello Sean, my name is Dr. Von Bosch.
Jack: "I go by Jack actually."
Von Bosch: "Oh alright."
She scribbles down somethings on her clip board. Jack takes the time to take in his new surroundings. He notices the walls are covered in beautiful art work.
Probably to calm the patience I guess. I wonder what she's writing down.
~She's writing about how crazy you are.~
God damn it with this shite again!
The woman looks up from her writing to see Jack's face twisted in anger.
Von Bosch: "Let's get started shall we?"
Jack is snapped out of his thoughts.
Von Bosh: "Anything you say in this room will say between you and me. No matter what, these conversations are private unless you instruct me otherwise. So...Jack? Why did you come here today?"
Jack: "I-Uh, I have b-been having some problems with... um, anxiety and um, depression.
Jack looks up at the Doctor as he hears more scribing.
Jack: "And sometimes, I-I have these bad thoughts."
The therapist immediately stops and looks up at Jack.
Von Bosch: "Do they tell you to hurt anybody or yourself?"
Jack: "What? God no! It's not like that. I'm not schizophrenic or anything. I just think badly of myself sometimes. I can't help it.
Von Bosch: "Ah, I see."
She goes back to writing.
Von Bosch: "So it says here that you recently moved to America. Did this start after you moved or before?"
Jack: "Before"
Von Bosch: "How long have been feeling this way?"
Jack: "Ummm..."
He tries to think of the last time he was happy.
Jack: "I would have to say...a year and a half."
Von Bosch: "And you haven't seen anyone before now?"
Jack: "No, I didn't think about it."
A sadness flickers in her eyes when Jack looks up at her. His crystal blue eyes looking sunken and hopeless.
Von Bosch: "These kinds of things are hard to overcome by yourself. Most people don't make it as long as you by themselves. Does anyone else know you've been feeling like this?"
Jack: "Yeah, the guy in the other room. His name is Mark. I've told him. I'm living with him at the moment too.
Von Bosch: "Is he the one that convinced you to come here today?"
Jack: "Yeah"
Von Bosch: "You're lucky to have a friend like that.
A slight smirk comes across his face.
Jack: "I guess so hu?
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