Try. {Jacksepticeye}

Love {11}

"Jaycee?" Jack called, running through the house. "Jaycee!"

He sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. "Jaycee?"

The door was locked, so he started banging on it. He heard an almost silent cry from the other side. It was followed by a squeal. He decided to stay quiet so he could hear what she was doing.

"I'm so sorry, Mark," She said.

Jack shook his head violently. "Mark?" He thought. "No. That can't be right!" . He forced his thoughts to quiet down.

"I'm sorry about you. About Sean too. You guys were best friends."

Jack figured Jaycee could see Mark the way he could, through the mirror. He knew from experience that the best thing to do, was give her time. He went to the lounge and held the remote. He found himself unable to push down any buttons. He kept thinking about Jay.

He put the remote down as a wave of panic washed over him. He realized that he'd left Jaycee alone; in the bathroom; with a razor. He practically threw the remote into the wall as he started sprinting down the hall to the bathroom.

He was half way there when he came to a sudden stop. He started walking slowly. Jack was now paranoid that Jaycee could hear his footsteps. He very quietly passed the bathroom door, which was still locked, and walked into the bedroom.

He put on his Booper Dooper hoodie and ran his fingers through his hair. He was trying to figure out what to say when he heard a faint cry followed by Jaycee speaking to Mark once more. He decided he didn't have enough time to decide what to say.

He walked slowly to the bathroom door. He heard faint sobbing and knocked lightly on the door.

"Hey Jay," Jack said quietly.

The sobbing seemed to stop momentarily, then start again.

"Hey. It's okay. Shh," Jack said through the door, as if he was comforting a small child.

The sobbing stopped.

"Jaycee?"

"Yeah..?" She barely said.

Jack had barely heard her.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

He heard nothing except the thud of her back hitting the door and her sliding down to the floor.

"Everything," She mumbled.

"Talk to me,"

"Sean," Jaycee said. "I...I saw him. I...saw... M-M-Mark,"

"Really?" Jack said, sliding down the door. "Tell me about it,"

"Well, I could talk to him. I could see him," She said.

Jack let out an affirmative mumble.

He heard the door unlock, but not open. He stood up and opened it himself.

//Trigger Warning\\

Jack walked into the bathroom to see the once white sink covered in blood. Blood was dripping down the sink onto the floor. He looked at Jaycee to see deep cuts going all the way to her sleeve. She was in the corner, shaking; still holding the blade. Her white jeans were saturated with blood at the cuff. He was shocked and scared for her.

"Jaycee," He gasped as he approached her.

She was too frightened to say or do anything. She wasn't frightened of the outcome but of herself. She just stood there shaking as Jack removed the blade from her hand. He set it on the counter and hugged her. She let out a small cry.

"Shh. It's okay," Jack said; petting her hair.

He took the razor and cut his own wrist. Only once, as to not tell Jaycee what she was doing was okay. He pretended to wince as tears filled his eyes. He pretended to get ready to slit his wrist again.

"S-Stop!" Jaycee cried.

Jack put the razor on the counter as Jaycee wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his chest and cried.

"I love you, Sean," She said through her tears.

"I love you too, Jaycee," He replied, putting his head on hers.

// First off, I want to apologize for this being so late. I s2G I'll get better with this.

Second, I would like to dedicate this to pewsepticplier1254 because they inspired me to write this part! They are amazing and you should go check them out!

Okay soz,

I will see all you all you dudes in the next chapter!

Bye-Bye!!!!\\