After about a week of being away from Jaycee, Jack got a text.
Jaycee- Listen Jack. I left you for a reason.
Jack- And why's that
Jay- You were just getting better and I started cutting. It was for your mental health. I don't want you starting again.
J- You were the reason I stopped!
If texts had a tone of voice, Jack's would have been a mixture of both crying and shouting, as Jaycee's would have been apologetic. Jack wasn't lying. He had only stopped cutting his skin because he was trying to save her. But if course, texts can't talk, and Jaycee didn't know that. She had no idea how badly she messed up. She had no idea that this was the second to last thing he needed.
Jack left his phone and went outside. He decided he'd walk around as it was dusk. Jack loved dancing and singing in the middle of the street, watching his shadow move with him. He didn't know why he liked it so much. It just made him feel better, having the wind blow through his hair, and the cold on his face.
He must have stayed out there for hours, but the Irish weather was against him. It started pouring rain as he frantically ran inside, pulling his jacket over his head. As he was running he realized something. He found himself smiling and laughing. He liked feeling this way. He liked being happy again. It was almost as if he hadn't felt like this in years.
He went inside and that feeling stayed with him. It was almost as if he had no Jaycee in his life. It was almost like he had no Mark.
Jack went to sleep thinking about all of this.
=****=
"Jack?" A voice called. It sounded familiar. Almost as if it belonged to a man with red hair.
"M-Mark?" He asked, as the once white blur that was in front of him faded away.
"Jack," The same voice said.
Jack could see it now. Mark's red hair emerged like flames. His brown eyes followed, surrounded by black frames. Jack was now sure it Mark. There was literally no was it wasn't.
"Mark. What are you doing here? I thought you were gone?" Jack said, now sitting up.
Jack seemed to be sitting on a bed with plain white sheets. He was in a cube of bright light. The only other thing with him was Mark.
//get your mind out of the gutter\\
"Oh," Mark said. "So, you do remember who I am?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Jack asked.
"Does the word, Jaycee mean anything to you?" Mark spat.
"Mark. I-I,"
The white was fading away. Jack was drifting away from Mark. Mark was looking at him in disbelief as he turned away.
"Mark!"
Mark grasped the white canvas and opened it. Jack could see a blue sky with clouds.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Jack heard Mark say as he threw himself out of the white realm.
=****=
Jack awoke in a mixture of sweat and tears. He didn't know what that dream meant. It was only two more months until Mark had been gone for a year. Is that why he was having nightmare?
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Try. {Jacksepticeye}
Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
