"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")

Pills.

Jack's POV:

I heard Mark's rental car pull away and I grabbed the remote to the tv. I turned it up and laid back. I was actually in a good mood. I was actually happy. But something started to grow in me, something dark. I tried to push it away but...it didn't work. I realized I was alone again. My hands barely shook and I turned up the tv more. But the door creaked open. I seen a hand holding the handle. My heart skipped a beat and I got up. My hand crept up and I threw the door open. I almost dropped dead right there.

"Well well well..." His hands raised and a smile fell into place on his blood face.

"N-no...it can't be. You're dead. You've been dead. I was at your funeral!"

"But guess who escaped." He chuckled. "Guess who's back for revenge." His hand shot out to my shoulder and pulled me through the door. I pushed him back and he hit the railing. Blood dripped down the side of his face and I stopped. His head hung and I heard him laugh again. "Don't you recognize what the blood if from? After all, it was your fault." He turned and I seen the bullet hole in the side of his head.

"N-no!"

He got up and I almost slipped down the stairs. "Yes!"

"Stop!"

"Stop what? Only you can stop it. And you know how." He pointed to the kitchen. The cupboard where we kept my pills.

"I'm not like you!"

"Oh really? Because I think we have more in common," He followed me into the living room. "Then you think."

My back hit the counter. "Why are you doing this? You're supposed to be dead!"

"Who said I was real?" He pointed to his head. "I'm just in your head, and you know that. But you're too messed up that you can't tell the difference from reality and what your mind is telling you."

I covered my ears with my hands and melted to the ground. I could hear my own heart beating. I was shaking more. I wanted this to end. I wanted to end it.

"Covering your ears isn't gonna help." I could hear his voice clear as day. "Oh, you want to end it? Then go ahead. Nothing is stopping you." He growled. "Nothing was ever stopping you."

I took what he was saying seriously. I know, I shouldn't be but...it was too hard not to. I wanted to. And he was right. Nothing was stopping me. If I wanted to stop it I could. Right here, right now. I got up and ran to my recording room. I heard his slow footsteps follow me.

"Are you going to?" He taunted.

Ignoring him, I got out a piece of paper. I scribbled a few words on it, mostly aimed to Mark.

I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore. He's taunting me, he's killing me. But my life won't actually end with him around. Nothing is stopping me. Nothing ever was. I'm sorry.

He chuckled some more as I grabbed the paper and trudged up the stairs. I wiped my face and sniffed, which caused him more joy.

"What a cute letter. Put it on the nightstand so he'll see it." He grinned as I did and walked out of the room. We walked to the kitchen and I opened the cupboard. Grabbing the bottle, I turned to face him.

"Oh, that's not enough." He breathed out with fake fear in his eyes. "Grab the old one too."

I sighed and got that one out too. My eyes drifted to the guest room down the hall.

"Perfect!" He purred. "Better hurry though, Mark will be home soon."

I walked down the hall with both bottles in my hand. I sniffed again and opened the door. He was right behind me. He ran a finger through the blood on his head and wrote "Yami" on the wall. I sat on the edge of the bed and gripped the bottle tightly. The weird thing was, I wasn't scared. I felt at ease. Like it was finally over.

"What are you waiting for? Do it!" He hissed at me.

I looked down at the bottles and popped the old one open. There was only a few left but I tilted my head back anyway. Yami laughed and clapped as I downed the whole thing. I popped open the other one, which I had just gotten a refill for so it was completely full.

"Wow no water?" He asked with joy. "How nice."

I dumped some into my hand and shoved them in my mouth. I cried harder. Even though I felt at ease. It seemed like they were tears of joy mixed with sadness. Sadness that I was leaving Mark. Joy for Mark finally being free from his burden. I coughed and choked but kept on swallowing the pills. No turning back now. This time is was official. I dumped the last of the bottle into my mouth and swallowed hard. I wiped my face and laid back on the bed, the bottles laying at my side. Yami laughed and stuck his tongue out at me as my eyes slowly started to close. I started to lose feeling. I was dying. I smiled.