(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

On The Edge Of Sickness And Health

Jacks P.O.V.

You still cry, hoping that how more tears you shred the more the pain will go. You do not wanted this, you thought your friends would understand your love for Y/N. They didn't.

They made you angry, and that is a stupid thing to do these days. You breathe in and out, calming the beast inside. You see the pouring rain outside, which makes you smile.

Back in Ireland it used to rain all the time. If you get a penny for every time it rains in Ireland, you only had one because it never seems to stop (true saying of his).

You feel better now, as you watch the rain run down the glass and feel the wind already freezing your hands. It makes you feel at peace, you grew up with this. The rain, the wind, the bad weather, all of it.

You near the elevator but decide never to go in elevators again. You will take the stairs, the only other way to come down.

As your hands open the door, you think about all that happened here. Although it was just an hour ago (or less), the memory starts to fade away. Like memories always do once time overtakes them.

Without showing any form of facial expression, you walk down the steps. You hold your breath when hearing noises no one can hear except you.

'Am I going insane?' you ask yourself. You know you are left without an answer. You feel the loneliness grab you again yet now, you welcome it as a friend you haven't seen in a long while.

Once finally standing at the very last step, you sigh and think about if you would go back. Maybe you should apologize, never to think about it again.

I did not do anything wrong! They did, and they are going to pay for it all! You scream in your thoughts and you freeze again. You thrilled yourself by your own thinking.

You run out of the flat, you want to leave the building as soon as possible. You wish the bad thoughts would stay behind too.

You step outside, the rain eats you alive and the cold feeling you are used to bring you home. You sigh, start walking but do not know where you will end up.

Your legs bring you to your own hotel, you never wanted to go there yet you enter the big building. You are greatened by a man opening the door for you, you do not greaten him like you normally do.

You stay deadly silent, walking inside with puffy eyes and whet cheeks. You try to hide your sadness by wiping the tears away and blinking very frequently.

The lady behind the desk notices it and asks about your condition. You ignore her and walk past her. You hate it when people ask you if you are fine when they can see you're not.

There are enough people in the lobby already and they freak you out. They stare all your way, asking themselves quietly: 'Is he okay?'

You rush towards the stairs, your hand goes in your pocket searching for your key. You paint while making your way up and you see the world spinning around you.

You have to stop otherwise it will go wrong, so you stop with everything. You stop walking, you stop breathing, you stop thinking and only for a split second you stop exciting.

As your sight turn clearer you are brave enough to open the door that leads to the hallway. You step in only to be greatened by a red carpet.

You let your eyes rush down the walls for number 95. It is your room number, all at the end of the hallway. For that reason you slowly walk down the hall, crying without noise. You do not want to irritate your neighbours.