Jack cried throughout the rest of the night. He avoided the bathroom as much as possible. Two days later, Jaycee still had not return.
It's just like me to do this... To mess everything up.
Jack had not been eating anything. He got bored and went to his car. He didn't really know where he was going. He just figured he'd drive off the face of the planet. Away from everything he didn't want, and to the only thing he did want, Mark.
As Jack thought about everything that just happened, he started to cry. So much, that he couldn't even see where he was going. He ran about six red lights, and people were honking at him. He pulled over and just sat in silence.
He just wanted to die. To not have to deal with this hell he was living in.
About an hour after he pulled over, his phone rang. It was Jaycee.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey..." Jack said.
"Um... Can I come home?" She asked nervously.
"Where are you?"
"I'm....around..."
"Jay?"
He waited for a response as he started to speed home. About a minute later, he decided to hang up.
He walked inside and went to the bedroom. He was still wearing his Markiplier t-shirt. Jack clenched his fist walking past the bathroom, and threw himself under his covers. He lost track of time as he was thinking about Mark.
He heard the front door open. He remained still as he heard quiet foot steps walk to the sitting room. He didn't know what to do. It was about nine-thirty. She probably thought he was sleeping. He heard louder footsteps running towards the bathroom.
He heard the door lock and he decided to get up. Jack walked to the sitting room and looked at what Jaycee was watching. He saw a plate of potatoes and figured he'd have to eat some when she came back.
Jack had fallen asleep and woke up an hour later. The plate still had the same amount of potatoes. He began to worry. He walked to the bedroom, there was a lump on the bed. It was Jaycee. He walled over to her side of the bed and sat on the floor.
"Hey," He said, kissing her.
"Jack..." She said, pulling away. "I think you should go back where you were,"
"What do you mean?" He said, worried.
"I think we should have some space,"
"What do you mean? I haven't seen you in two days, and you need space?"
"Just, go to the sitting room,"
"If you want this much space, just become an astronaut," He said rudely, walking to the bathroom, locking the door, and opening the cabinet.
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Try. {Jacksepticeye}
Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
