Jacksepticeye Imagines

Denial

Pain.

That's all I've felt.

Is pain.

I've been numb ever since I lost my mother to cancer.

Yes, that's right.

Jacksepticeye has not uploaded videos for weeks because of my mother's recent death.

"Jack!" A voice attempts to break through my glass wall of emptiness. I ignore that I think it's my sister. I pull the blanket even further over my head.

"Jack!" I feel her hands shake my limp form. I pretend to be asleep. Maybe that'll make her go away.....

I hear her sigh, "I know you're not asleep, Sean."

Now it's my turn to sigh, "Fine." I pull the blanket off of my head and glare at her. Her eyes, for some reason, widen quite a bit.

"Jack," Her voice is little shaky, as if she's scared of something, "when was the last time you ate? Or got some sun? Or did anything?"

I shrug. I don't know what else to do.

Then I notice her stance become resolute, "C'mon," she yanks the blanket off of me, "you're getting out of bed."

I fight her for the blanket, "I don't feel like it."

Her eyes fill with bright blue stubbornness, "I don't care what you feel like, I'm not letting you lay in bed all day. You're as pale as milk, and that's really saying something."

I can tell she's not going to give up very easily, or maybe at all, so I decide to give her what she wants. Cause, why not? Not like I'm losing much.

"Fine." I let go of the blanket and she falls back upon the carpet, on her butt. 

"Really?" Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. I don't know if she really believes me or not, so I'll show her.

I let my legs hang off the edge of the bed and they do so with ease. She stares at me in awe, as if she's never seen me get out of my bed, a single time, before.

I climb to my feet and she keeps watching me, studying me.

"Happy?!" I yell, in a sudden fury.

After the anger has worn off, I feel embarrassed, really embarrassed. I run out of the room and stumble onto the couch. It's a sandy yellow color that makes you want to dig your hands in it and expect to find buried treasure.

I bury my face in its cushions and hope that I'll sink into the depths of my thoughts.

I hear my sister's footsteps thunder down the hall. I know she comes into the room and looks at me, as I can feel her gaze on me, and then walks away. 

What am I supposed to do now......?

Then, like a gift sent from above, the doorbell rings.

Who the hell could that be?

I drag myself to my feet and stagger to the door. I look through the peephole and.... what?

I open the door.

Holy crap.

CLIFF HANGER!!! (I'm so sorry.....)

Part 2 is coming soon.

See ya!

- FM -