rescued from the razors- Jacksepticeye x reader {completed}

The Next 3 Months

over the next 3 months a lot of stuff happend. some good... and some very bad. on the more positive me and jack moved in together. we all graduated college and becky got some new friends. real friends... but on the more negative side of thing the hate towards me got a lot worse.

it only seemed to happen on twitter though there weren't a lot of mean comments on videos or anything. they clearly didn't want to get caught by jack. because there was more hate that ment there was more things i had to hide from jack and i hated myself for it everyday.

most of the time after he was sleeping id lock my self in the bathroom and cry. i didn't start cutting again though he would find out very easly if i did. i woke up to the smell of pancakes and syrup. i yawned and sat up. i looked to my side. jack was gone.

"jack?" he walked into the room holding a tray. "morning sweetie" he sat the tray down next to me and kissed my forhead. "what's this?" "well i woke up and felt like cooking something. i know you love pancakes and i love you so i made pancakes" "aw you're to good to me" "not in the slightest. now we are almost totally out of food so im gonna go to the shop and buy us some im gonna take the car so i wont be to long" "ok ill see you when you're back" i gave him a hug and he left.

i looked over at the tray wich had a plate of pancakes, a bottle of syrup, a glass of orange juice, a knife and a fork sitting on it. i picked it up and put it on my lap. i started to eat. there was no denying that jack is an amazing cook.

once i was finished i put the tray to my side and opend my phone to go on twitter to check the hashtag like i did every time jack left me alone. "iv been driving around ireland for the past 2 houres hoping to find (Y/N) so i can run her over that bitch don't deserve to live #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "i wish (Y/N) would just accept that no one want's her here it's so obvious that jack dosen't really love her everything will be fine when she's gone #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "can't she see that if jack really loved her he would stop us doing this to her he's just another one who want's her dead #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "am i the only one who would push (Y/N) off a building? #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "i hate you (Y/N) just fucking hang yourself already #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "DIE #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "kill yourself #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "worthless little slut #dumbbitch(Y/N)" "pathetic pice of shit #dumbbitch(Y/N)"

it went on and on it just never stopped. i closed my phone and sat it down. i hugged my knees and started crying really hard. "I FUCKING HATE MYSELF!" i yelled to no one? my self? the empty room? was i hoping someone would hear me? was it a cry for help? even if it was no one would care. "i can't take this anymore. i just can't do it" i looked up from my knees and looked at my phone. "it's went to far. you need to tell him" i picked up my phone and called jack.