Pastels & Punk | jacksepticeye X reader

{sixteen}

creds to rebekahb_x for the photo!! thanks m8 x
ps, this is a little shorter than the last.

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I was getting angrier and more upset the more I thought about it. I knew from the start they wouldn't like me or my appearance; that's why I wanted to put off meeting them. The one thing I can't get out of my head, (y/n)'s crying face. It shattered my heart and soul when she started to get upset. I can only blame myself for calling her into the lounge.
"Jack, Jack are you okay?" Was what she worriedly asked when she knelt next to me.
"You know what, (y/n), I'm not okay! I miss you already and I can't stand the thought of you potentially still being in that house!" I yelled out to absolutely no one. I must've looked insane in my car- crying my eyes out, a bruised face and yelling at myself.
I finally reached the main street and to my surprise, there was no one else around. No cars, people, buses or birds. It felt better to be alone than surrounded by chaos and busy people.
I took this opportunity all too well and revved the car. It sped up to 65mph and slowly ticked towards 70. The wind was throwing my hair all over the place and the sun was scorching in my eyes.
The tears on my face were drying but were instantly replaced by new ones. I wiped them away and kept one hand on the wheel.
In the distance, I could see the outline of a lorry. There was actually other people around, finally I guess. I was still driving high at 76mph but it felt better to get away from everything for the time being. I had already passed both mine and (y/n)'s apartment a while ago. I wasn't turning back now. Not yet.
The lorry was clearer now and a lot closer. The wind still blew and the sun still burnt my retinas. I had to squint until my eyes were close to shutting in order to see clearly.
Bad mistake.
The front of my car collided with the bottom-front of the lorry. The airbag blew in my face and my windscreen shattered. My seatbelt jolted and hoisted me into the seat. I couldn't see a thing, just pitch black.
What felt like an eternity later, I blinked my eyes open to the roaring sound of sirens.
So this wasn't the most horrific dream? It happened.
The flashbacks started, (y/n)'s face, the punch, the crash. Something in my head told me to resist the collar and board.
"(Y/n)! Where is she!?" I yelled. Two paramedics ran to me and pinned my back down. My arm was in a slab sling and my neck had a collar wrapped around it. I was taped to the board by my forehead and chin.
"Alright darling. We'll find your friend." One of them tried to assure me.
I was loaded into the ambulance and it started to drive away from the scene with blaring sirens.
I closed my eyes, trying not to cry, and thought about where the hell my girlfriend might be.