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

You Are Free To Show You're Weak

Jacks P.O.V.

Felix looks shocked at the girl who has just kicked his ass, but Y/N doesn't care she has just punched the king of YouTube. She would do it again, without hesitation. And that makes her so special, so attractive, so sexy, so Y/N. You silently laugh as you rest your head on the cold concrete. You feel how all the energy from your muscles is pouring onto the streets of L.A.

As your smiles fades to a chuckle and even that small sign of happiness fades away, your date realises that you are having a hard time. She runs over to you and falls on her knees next to your left side.

'Stay with me Sean, if you dare to close those handsome eyes...' she whispers as tears stream down her beautiful cheeks. And as she sits there so full of sadness, you remember what you have done to her. She has been through so much because of you. She is seeing you as you are in your darkest times, afraid and absolutely psychotic. But for some reason, she doesn't care.

Y/N continues holding your hand, almost breaking every bone in your fingers by being too clingy. Yet it isn't bothering you, you would give up the whole world just to squeeze her hand back. Therefore you try your hardest to give any kind of reaction but the wounds of the crash have finally got you in his grip and will not let you go easily.

Your brain declines anything you tell it to do. It refuses to let you move or does it let you talk. It is pinning you against the cold street, it is freezing your every nerve. It is making sure that nothing will happen to its owner. Something that you are no big fan of.

'I -I won't,' you try to say but your voice is so silent that it cannot break through all the noise of the ambulance sirens. You try so hard to make your voice work, just for a split second, for only tiny words. But again, it refuses and you are stuck with total quietness.

The ambulance comes crashing down the road and de breaks can be heard by people walking on the other side of the city. Your calmness has been destroyed and as Y/N jumps up to get people's attention, you close your eyes and take all of the noise in.

You tattoo it in your brain, the noise, the people, everything that is happening around you has never been so clear. You are seeing more with closed eyes than that you ever had with open eyes. All the screams fade away and you wait for the calmness to return.

Just as you think it is going to be silent again, you hear how Felix screams loud and your eyes open within a second. You watch how Felix is trying to resist two men touching him in any way. His loud voice is even harder than the sirens, as he screams: 'Don't touch me!'

His yell is going through your head and keeps getting stuck by the part it should get out. His words repeat in your head and you hope that somebody will get him sober, maybe not today but tomorrow. Thinking about the headache he will have when all the alcohol is out off his system, you smirk.

'Yes sir, right here! He needs help right now! Yes, please do something!' your girlfriend says. You recognize the crack in her voice as she talks towards the person from the ambulance. You have had that crack too, in your voice, in your mind, in your soul. That little crack that turns into a big whole, so all the happiness can drip out. Bit by bit, so you won't notice it directly.

Two strong hands collide with your chest and get you up, and as your crystal blue eyes meet with the man's brown eyes, you know that it is going to be alright. His stare, his body language spreads a sudden calmness and as that wave covers you from head to toe, you are free to breathe heavily. You are free to show you're weak.

'Please be careful with the suit, it's from a friend of mine,' you whisper as the man carries you to the ambulance. You hear a soft chuckle and know that even in this sad time, you made someone laugh.

The man carries you for only a few seconds, but enough so you can see someone giving Felix bladder control. As your Swedish friend exhales into the plastic thing, he winks at you. You cringe, not of pain but of the fact that even after this man ruined your life, he thinks he can still be funny.

'Hey Sean, look at me. Do you know the driver?' the man who is holding you asks. Again you are relaxing in those strong arms and you respect that this person is being that calm almost all of his life. You know you couldn't be that relaxed, and therefore you have a huge amount of respect towards him.

'He's my friend,' you say to the man with brown eyes. You notice a sudden hint of sadness and surprise. You see how his soul breaks of empathy and so does yours. He is looking at you exactly that way you don't want to be seen, like something that is broken and can't be fixed again.

The worst thing is that you know it is probably the truth. Because you have said it, because that is precisely the way you see yourself. As something broken, and how more often you glue it together, the more it will be broken.

'Sad isn't it?' you ask your strong and even handsome saviour. He nods without any hint of emotion, the calmness has turned cold and the only thing you feel, the only thing you know... ...Is emptiness.

You are being lied down on a (which used to be a comfortable) bed. You feel how your body tenses up by the sudden touch of the sheets. And after the stone hard street, this feels like heaven to you. Never thought you would say that, did you?

'Can she go with us?' you ask with a raspy voice, better known as someone's morning voice. That voice that is so broken it could be thought handsome or sexy. But now it just sounds empty and sad.

'Who is she?' your questions is answered by another question and you struggle to catch the words in your mind that would make a good sentence. But at the end a (sort of) good sentence comes out of your mouth.

'She is... girlfriend,' you whisper and the already sad eyes of the man turn even worse. He cannot hide it under that blankets of calmness anymore and shows you that your story touches him.

You never though you would be able to make someone feel that way, sad and... Not Happy. You thought you would be that rain of sunshine on the days people think it would never clear up again.

'Yes of course she can go with us,' He says and you feel a smile on your face. Your lips break while you try to look happy, your hands shake and as you think you are losing your mind, a sudden pain rushed through your hands.

An infusion has been placed in your skin, or well on your hand. You are now officially in need of medical care, but you refuse to have it before Y/N has had hers. You try to stop the people from healing you, and get them to help Y/N.

But apparently you are worse off than her, and she has walked away with some bruises and scrapes.

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I hope you enjoyed that, I think the next chapter is going to be Marks P.O.V. Just so you cornflakes know;) And HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY, did you had anyone special or have you gotten a sweat surprise? :)

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