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

Full Of Life And Yet So Dead

Matthias P.O.V.

You run downstairs, your breath trying to follow you. Felix seems to run much faster and has found the end to this enormous hallway with stairs. You try to speed up your tempo but notice that you have no such condition. Though you speed up, your feet are yelling at you to stop. You, oblivious to their calls, rush even harder towards the outside of the building as your feet give up.

You almost fall to the ground and hold on to the first thing you can grab. You wait for your body to awaken from its slumber as it so brutally refused your mind. You hold even tighter to the wall you have been resting against. Yet if someone would try to make you believe you have been holding onto something else you would agree. Your mind is only focused on getting out and finding Mark.

Everything else doesn't matter.

The doors of the building fly open as the Swede rushed through them. You try to walk again followed by loud protesting of your body. You don't care about your body at the moment; you only care about your best friend. Therefore you take a deep breath and run outside.

The cold wind hits you hard
and you almost stumble because of its strength. You remind yourself of your goal and sprint to wherever Felix is going only following his blond hair. That was the moment you saw him: Mark, curled up like a ball, blood covering his entire mouth and painting the street around his body bright red.

Mark extends his hand and the fingers just barely show up above the parked cars around him. He waves slowly, obviously thinking you haven't spotted him yet. His arms fall to the ground, taking his hand with him as even his body has given up on its owner.

You never thought Mark could not be energetic, or happy. You have almost never seen him angry or furious because he tries to make sense out of EVERYTHING. He always smiles or laughs and never yells in rage. He is always calm and yet so goofy and full of life, though it seems that it has been ripped out if his chest as he lies there so dead.

You take a step back as the terror of existence kicks you in your stomach. The weight of life comes crashing down on you and all the things you have tried to deny shoot themselves at you, trying to bring you down.

Felix doesn't seem to care about his dying friend and thereby rushes towards the ex-engineer. You are so frozen that you don't try to stop him. The world stops for a second, turning every movement you make in slow motion. You see how Felix stands over the American, his emotions once again completely different than earlier.

From one second to another you notice him running away from Mark and taking his car, speeding away from the crime-scene. You have no idea what just happened as you where too busy making sure to not die yourself. You only notice how Mark so peacefully looks up at the sky.

As if he finally found peace, his breath slowly fades away and his head falls to the left side, his body turns limp, his skin becomes as white as the upcoming moon he is staring at. You run over towards him, yelling his name over and over again just hoping for a respond.

Even if he would get mad at you for awakening him from this peaceful slumber, you would want nothing more than him to react. You run over the street not caring about anyone passing by. Cars honk as you pass the street, angry because you (not very carefully) crossed the road. You don't care, but they do.

'Mark!' you yell as you slide towards him. Your jeans rip, yet you couldn't care less. You stare at your friend, searching for any obvious bruises or broken bones. Your quest turns out fruitless and you have to guess what his injuries could be. Defeated at this moment, you call the professionals who pick up immediately.