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Alcohol problem PT#1 (Septiplier)

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   *OKAY IM STARTING...... NOW!*

(No POV)

   Jack took another swig of his drink and sighed, rubbing his teary eyes and resting his head back on his couch. His face was a light red from the amount of alcohol he had drank that night and he was only going to have more.

   The Irishmen would usually get drunk by now but this time was, different somehow. Maybe it was that he took so much of the addictive substance that his body just, got used to it? Or that it was because he was drinking to get rid of the pain. The pain of a break up with a girl he had loved with all his heart. Even though the pain always came back, during the times Jack would drink, the pain would subside. Go numb. He wouldn't feel a thing actually. Just the alcohol he was guzzling, flow down his throat.

   Jack looked to his drink, narrowing his eyes in anger and sighed, a slight hiccup escaping his throat as he did. The bottle top touched his lips and he tilted the bottle up, drinking whatever small amount was left in it. He set the bottle down besides him and sighed, hiccuping.

   With the addition of the break up, Jack hasn't been posting anything on his channel, Twitter, Instagram, ect. Any calls, notifications, anything he gets on his phone he just, ignored them. Knowing that most of the things he was getting from social media was probably going to be about how worried everyone ones. Jack wasn't going to bother with it. He didn't care at the time, and probably wouldn't for awhile.

   A knock on the door of his home made the green haired man turn his body slowly, looking to the door.

"... G-Go-*hic*-o away.."

"I can't do that, Jack."

   Though the voice sounded familiar, Jack didn't care. He looked to the empty beer bottle beside him and grabbed it and stood, looking back to the door.

   The loud shattering of the glass bottle against the door echoed around the room Jack was in, and made the man or woman on the other side of the door step back, yelping slightly.

"Jack..."

"G-GO AWA-*hic*-AWAY!!"

   Another bottle shattered on the door and Jack's blue eyes narrowed.

"I-I do-don't care w-wh-who y-*hic*-you are, b-but I-I don-on't want y-you here..!!"

   The voice behind the door let out a soft sigh and the door opened slowly, and as Jack threw another bottle the man's brown eyes widened, ducking quickly. The 'somehow not drunk' grabbed another bottle and stood up right.

   Jack looked to the man and his eyes widened, dropping the bottle he had in his hand, it shattering across the floor.

".... O-Oh my g-god.."

   Blue eyes brimmed up with tears, they slowly starting to fall down his red tinted cheeks. The man who came inside instantly rushes to Jack, who just stepped back into the broken bottle. Wincing, Jack kept walking backwards, shaking his head as he did so.

"..... Seá-"

"N-No... *hic*-I almo-most h-hit y-y.... You with a-*hic*-a b-bottle..."

Sighing, the man took off his glasses and folded them, putting them into a nearby counter and looking back to Jack. The Irishmen was crying, hiccuping every few moments.