Try. {Jacksepticeye}

Goodbye {12}

About seven days after the incident, Jack had gotten into a routine; for Jaycee's sake. He'd get up the same time she did, but he got out of bed about a minute later. He didn't want her to know what he was doing. He would wait outside the bathroom to hear if anything was amiss. He could tell because Jaycee had a very low tolerance for pain, so he'd be able to hear her in pain. Right? He would wait for her to walk out, and he'd run into the bedroom before she saw. She would make breakfast then, he'd get up.

"Good morning sunshine," Jack said, walking into the lounge. "You're watching our show without me?" He nodded towards the TV that was playing "Friends". //Clap Clap Clap Clap\\

"Clam down," Jaycee said pushing Jack's shoulder playfully. "It's one we've already watched."

"Suuure," Jack joked.

"I made breakfast. Go eat." Jaycee said.

Jack walked to the kitchen to get a plate. She had made him bacon and pancakes. He was thinking about how unnatural this all felt; him not talking to Jay about it. He hadn't brought it up and he sure as hell wasn't going to be the first. If they were going to talk about this, she was going to mention it first. It seemed very unlikely that she would. It was almost as if she had no memory of the incident. The scars were still there but he was wondering she remembered how scared she was. She looked like an eight year old who had just watched Blair Witch at five-am.

"You coming?" She said, snapping Jack out of his thoughts.

He walked over to the lounge and joined Jaycee. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Another thing about Jack's system, he would count her scars while she slept. The first day, she had at least twenty two. The smaller scars disappeared around the forth night. It got to where there were only nineteen. He noticed she was keeping her arm close to her side.

"Hey, Jay," Jack said. He took his hand and went to hold her's. She let him, which surprised Jack. He flipped her hand over to reveal her bleeding arm. Jack quickly let go and stood up. He saw at least seven more cut wounds.

"Jaycee!" He gasped.

"Jack!" Jaycee cried, standing up. "It's not what it looks like!"

"It's exactly what I think it is!" Jack yelled.

"I can explain!"

"No you can't, Jay! This isn't okay!"

"Jack!" She cried. "I know! I know!"

"Well then why don't you stop!?"

"I can't!" She yelled.

"Try!" Jack yelled.

He ran outside. He didn't get into his car, he just sat on the lawn. He was there for about an hour before Jaycee came out. Her face stained with tears. She sat down next to him.

"Jack," She said. "You can't. I can't,"

"What? Can't what?"

"I'm moving out," She said, now taking his hand.

"Jaycee!" He said. "You can't!"

"I'm strong enough to leave you!"

"I'm week enough to need you!" Jack cried.

"I'm sorry Jack," She said standing up. "I'm packed and I'm going. Trust me. It's for your own good."

"Jaycee," Jack whimpered.

"Jack," Jaycee said; standing up.

Jack knew he shouldn't have brought it up. He should have just kept quiet. Maybe it was for the best? No. It couldn't have been.

//slight time skip of about 10 mins\\

"Goodbye Jack," She said.

Jack could only nod his head as Jaycee left him. He just sat on the grass crying. Nothing could replace Jaycee. Nothing could replace Mark. She had left him two months before Mark left him. He was now crying about the both of them.