Liar [Septiplier] [Book 2]

He was all I had

(Jacks POV) 😔
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It's been days, not even a text from him, I lost him haven't I? He doesn't love me anymore and I didn't even cheat on him, All I did was love him and love him until it started to hurt to love him, now he finally decided to leave me, I don't want to live without him, I can't live without him, he's all I have, he was all I had.

I had my arms around my legs and my chin was rested on my knee, tears were flowing down my face, and all the voices were taking over my mind.

He's gone, he's never coming back.

He'll find someone else, better then you

Do him a favor

End it all, end both of your suffering.

"No, no" I mumbled

Pick up the knife

"Leave me alone" I cried harder

"I can't, I can't do it anymore"

I looked around for a piece of paper and something to write with, I spotted my old high school notebook and a pen beside it.

I reached over and picked it up and began to shakily write what I had wrote in my head plenty of times.

"Mark, I know you're the one reading this, if you came back I am obviously dead, but just know, I didn't kill myself because of you, I am killing myself for you, so your life  can be easier, and so I won't have to deal with myself anymore, and also I didn't lie when I said I didn't cheat on you, I was raped, by John, but I guess I deserved it, I deserved to lose you, you deserve someone better, someone who won't cause you problems all the time, perhaps Amy can make you happy, she seemed nice, I love you, I always have, I always will, I guess this is goodbye, Please just forget about me and move on.

I went to the kitchen, and searched for the sharpest knife I could find, the made my way to the bathroom, I set the price of paper onto the bathroom sink.

I sat down in the bathtub, I sat there crying for a few minutes before I picked the knife up and lines it up with my skin, then pressing it deep as I could before sliding it across my wrist the first time, blood started to gush out as I screamed in pain.

I started to breathe heavily, I lined up the knife with my other wrist and did the same thing, blood was pouring out of both my wrists, I sat back against the wall of the bathtub and closed my eyes.

Is this what dying feels like?

I'm ready, I've never been more ready for something.

My breath became somewhat even as I began to calm down.

I don't have to worry about anything anymore

It's all over

All gone.

Now I'm greeting death.

I'm sorry, Mark

Actually, I'm not sorry.

A/N IM SORRY, ENDING IS ON THE NEXT CHAPTER