You walked back to your house. You spent the time thinking about how surreal that was. I mean, you had THE JackSepticEye's number! You met him in real life! You plopped down on your sofa, with fluff sticking out of many tears on the dirty sofa. Your heart fluttered, and your phone shook.
You picked it up, reading a text. "hi, (Y/N)! do you want to go for some coffee later? i know it's not much for a replacement of a PC, but it's just for the meantime." You quickly texted back. "Sure!" You put on your shoes, running out the door.
You wore a long sleeved shirt, and long pants. When you got to the door, you tried to appear calmer. You stopped short at the door, took a few deep breaths, and walked inside. You searched the area for that fluffy green hair you knew so well.
"BOO!" The voice made you jump, and you whipped your head around. "Hi, Jack!" You said, laughing. "Did I get you?" He said, smiling. "Maybe~" you said, lightly punching him in the arm. Jack made you forget your pain.
"I'm too warm," you whined out loud. You rolled up your sleeves. Jack was staring at your arms like they grew faces and shouted his intro. *don't ask.* "What is it, Jac-" Oh no. You quickly dragged your sleeves back down your scarred arm, your face flushed.
"(Y/N)...? What was that?" he asked. He tried to grab hold of your sleeve, but you jerked away. "My, uh... Cat! My cat scratched me!" You knew very well that you couldn't afford to take care of a pet, but you said it anyway. He knew you were lying. "(Y/N)..." You started to form glassy eyes.
"I, erm, have to go! It was an honor meeting you!" You sprinted out as fast as you could, tears streaming down your red face. "(Y/N), WAIT!" You heard footsteps running after you. You turned around, seeing Jack. You whipped your head back around. Him following you made you run faster.
You arrived back at your house. You slammed your creaking wooden door, and locked it. You ran upstairs, closing the curtain on your window. You slumped onto the wall with your head in your hands. Your body shook as you sobbed. Your phone kept ringing with notifications. You got up and walked downstairs.
You sat down, rubbing your temples as if you had a headache. Your vision was blurred from your tears, as you grabbed the same razor you were looking at today. "Sorry, me. My arm can't be clean today." You made several deep cuts in both your wrists. Not deep enough to faint from blood loss, not enough to cut through your veins, just deep enough to hurt like hell.
To forget everything. To forget today, and when you were left on your own, to forget everything that still hurt you today. Your phone buzzed in the background loudly. You kept crying, and screamed in aggravation. You picked up the phone angrily, and your expression of anger morphed into surprise. "10 missed calls from Jackaboy!" You checked your texts.
He basically spammed you. "Y/N? Are you okay?" "Please Y/N, talk!" "Why won't you reply?" "Don't hurt yourself, please!" "Hurting yourself isn't the answer!" You stared at the razor, in one hand, and glanced back at the phone in your other hand. "If hurting myself isn't the answer, maybe death is." You texted Jack back. "Goodbye." "What do you mean, Y/N?" "Text back, please!" "I can't lose you..."
You sadly texted back. "Why not? We just met." He texted back almost instantly.
"Because I love you..."
comment if I should write more. <3
