SORRY NOT SORRY MOTHER FLUFFERS, Actually to those who know me IRL i am sorry for this XD
When Meph gave me the folder that had Jonathan's records in it, i had no idea that I would get so emotionally attached to him. I never dreamt that pushing someone to end their own life would be that difficult. It was differant with Johnathan because I found myself pining over him, wanting all of his attention and being highly against the thought of his demise.
It had been about 2 months since i was assigned to the position of Jonathan Combs, and a few days since I realised I didn't want him to die.
Jonathan was not the talking type, which was fine by me, unless I wanted to talk to him and was ignored. We were sitting in his living room watching TV, his parents weren't home, so I could talk to him and hope for a responce.
"Jonathan, what do you want to be when you're a grown up?"
The words "grown up" sounded insanely childish and immature, so I quickly corrected myself.
"Or should I say, an adult?"
Jonathan looked in my general direction, but he didn't respond.
"Jonathan?"
He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair, I found myself staring at the process of him doing that for a lot longer than I should have.
"A musician." He finally said, then turned up the TV as a way to drown out any other questions.
"Funny enough I wanted to be a private investigator." I replied, he smirked a bit, finding my possible career slightly amusing.
He turned to look at me, he looked like he was scanning my eyes, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear, I knew I was evil, and I knew he could see it in my eyes. I didn't want to be, it just happened like that. He smiled, I didnt know whether I should have relaxed or been more scared.
"How did you become," he paused, "this?" He asked.
"I told you."
"No, you told me that you killed yourself and now you're here. You didn't say why you killed yourself though."
I didn't respond, I didn't want to tell him why I did it, I didn't want to see the terror in him when I told him I stabbed my parents in my sleep. That's not something you just tell people.
"Were you depressed?" He questioned quietly.
"Something like that."
"What do you mean?" He asked further, like before, I didn't respond.
"Okay, next question. Why haven't you pestered me about killing myself lately?"
"It seems pointless now, you know? It's not like you'd actually kill yourself."
"What gave you the indication that I wouldn't?"
I quickly looked up at Jonathan, who didn't seem to show any kind of emotion surrounding the topic in which we were discussing.
"You're going to kill yourself?"
"That's what you want, right?" Jonathan didn't seem serious, he seemed to be hinting at something, I unfortunately didn't catch on in time so I blurted out a worried "No!" he followed up with a knowing grin.
"I knew it." He said quietly, still grinning proudly to himself.
I was obviously blushing, and it wasn't your average blush, no no, it was a redder than red blush that took over my whole face. I looked back at the TV, trying to avoid his gaze.
