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

You Will Always Remember Him

YOUR P.O.V. LAST TIME THOUGH

A part of you is happy, glad that Jack ran away, yet you are afraid of the people that will have to help you, because it is there job. You don't want to-, you didn't want any of this to happen.

Neither can you stop it. And as the poisoned blood fills your veins, inches away from murdering you right where you lay, you remember. You remember how you first met Jack, and that it was because you almost died in his arms.

He literally saved your life, so you where told. And now that could be the same way it all ends, as you realize you can wake up from your dream any moment, having to face the reality again.

You remember the fan girls, telling you that you were not good enough. And you remember Jack letting it happen, too afraid to disappoint his fans, too afraid to do anything wrong, too afraid to tell his opinion.

You remember your furious phone call, the tears you spread on the floor, the adrenaline of anger rushing underneath your skin. You remember how angry and sad you were, how everything seemed to darken in seconds now that you didn't have the shining smile of your boyfriend.

You remember your talk, as he so honestly told you about his feelings and about the fact that he was going insane, how his nightmares would start hunting him down, but he wanted you to know. Because he thought you deserved to.

You remember how Jack had your back when Matthias told his opinion too sharply one might think. And how he told him how much he loved you, thinking you were oblivious to the words he spoke.

You remember you heading off for your date, smiling like crazy as your dream was coming true. You remember you all prepping up for the date, waiting for him to get you. You remember about practicing your smile, afraid it might not be good enough for him.

You remember the actual date, and how wonderful it was, how much you laughed about what happened. You remember how stunning Jack looked, how beautiful he was in a suit you thought you saw before.

You remember him helping with your shoe, and after that a loud yell, screams, pain, and darkness. A darkness that ate you alive, consumed you like you were nothing more than a piece of potato.

You remember him, the person who lifted you off the car, who collapsed but refused to let go, who bled for you to get stronger. And you remember his faint eyes, staring at you, amazed by your soul, unable to stop staring.

You remember him. You will always remember him.

You wish with all your heart, that you didn't infect Jack. You have already brought misery and pain into his life, more drama than the usual human can bear. You don't want to take his life too.

You roll over on your side, starring at the hallway Jack disappeared in. You wait there, hoping he will not return, hoping that no one will try to save you. Because you are already too far gone.

You notice that no one is running towards you, making you smile in relief. As long as no one will, you should be fine. You wait, still starring down on the white hallway, your eyes fixed on the door not far away.

You hear muffled noises, screams of fear. The people that ran away from you are yelling in anxiety. You hear their voices, sharp like razorblades, decapitating your relief. They yell for help, thinking that it is the best thing to do.

Satan watches you from a save distance, laughing at you as you lay in your own blood. His pitch black eyes are looking at you, suffering and dying on the hospital ground. His evil laugh egos through the hallway, making shivers run down your spine.