Let The Music Play || Rise of The Guardians COMPLETED

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I just realised, after reading your message that lol lmao omg. North was drinking Jack Daniels whiskey. And Jack was singing along to 'One More Bottle' by Hollywood Undead. And Jack is... well you get the point.
6MySarcasm6IsDeadly6 so um, this chapter is dedicated to you. Your comments always make me laugh. And I just realised what you meant by "How many throats does he have?" Like lol omg dying XD. Throats was a typo, so, I'll fix that eventually.

Jack stirred, rolling to the side and kicking out his legs in a restless slumber.

"No."

"Please, no."

"Stop."

He shot up, breathing deeply, trying to get his tense shoulders to relax.

"Just a nightmare" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

His stomach growled, loudly.

Reaching over to his dresser, he tugged open the first drawer, pulling out the vile of Garcinia Cambodia and slipping a pill into his hand.

"To being thin" he whispered, swallowing the pill dry, wincing as it slid down his throat.

The internet was still to convince him that water had no calories.

With all the chemicals and treatments put through the average cup of water, how could there possibly be zero calories in it.

His stomach growled again, and he snarled down at it in an animal like fashion, balling his hand into a fist and punching himself in the gut.

"That should shut you up" he smirked, pushing off the bed and loosing balance temporarily, before steadying himself and continuing on to the bathroom.

You haven't cut in a day or two Jack.

Jack just nodded.

"I know, I know, what do you think I'm doing?"

Being a fat loser, as per usual.

"Hardy ha ha" Jack snapped "so hilarious."

"Although, you are correct, but currently, right now, I'm about to punish myself for being a fat loser."

Wow, I don't even have to remind you how to do it?

Jack scoffed, scooping the shiny metal into his palms and dropping it to his finger tips, holding it tightly between his thumb and forefinger and dragging it over his wrist horizontally.

You know what we should do after this?

"I know what I'm doing after this. Weed. I'm doing weed after this."

I was going to suggest something stronger, but I guess weed works too.

"And where were you going to get this stronger substance, dumbass, I'm not a taxi cab?"

The voice just laughed, leaving Jack to imagine a slender, pale man, throwing his head back, chuckles passing his blue lips.

Looking down, Jack had made six cuts subconsciously, which he was happy with as he slid the razor back under the sink and grabbed his discarded jumper.

He'd slept without a shirt, something he did only when the Guardians left, or he could lock his door without suspicion.

Then, grabbing his staff, he slipped out into the open air beyond his balcony, going to collect his stash.

I half ass things guys, you should know this by now. I do know how to smoke weed and it will be in the next chapter.