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

Receiver Of The Last Message

FELIX HIS P.O.V. AGAIN CORNFLAKES!

You sit down to your still breathing best friend's girlfriend. Her hair is covering her face, almost every part of her body is covered in blood and she seems to be the factory it was made in.

Your feet are resting on the tiles of the hospital, softly shaking. Your hands are shivering as you try to take your phone, hoping to find any message or missed call. Just anything at all and you'll take it for granted.

'Y/N' you say, confronting the girl on the floor besides you. She doesn't respond, nor do you. Your rage has been gone; all you feel is emptiness inside as you have once again messed up everything.

'Don't die, okay?' you ask, hoping for any respond. It doesn't even have to be Y/N, you would die to hear Mark's voice, or Jack's, or the voice of your beloved Marzia. Yet the hall stays deadly silent, not even as much as the sound of the wind fills your ears.

'Jack can't take a funeral, he would cry, he would cry so much,' you whisper, realising how much her death will infect your friend, and how much you care about him. You don't want his happy little world to be ruined; you only want to see him smile.

'Come on Y/N! Wake the fuck up!' you scream, feeling the rage return to your body. The hole inside your chest fills itself with a layer of anger, when a sudden second layer of fear fills the rest of the space. It is the fear to see her die, or being the one to have last seen her.

Though not alive.

You give Y/N a push, wanting to wake her up, wanting to see those eyes flutter open and see her chest go up and down as she breathes. Yet the limp body falls to its side, revealing what her chest had to hide.

Red words fill your eyes as they stream in your thoughts like poison, the message us not meant for you, but it hits you just as hard as it would hit anyone else. Except the receiver of this last message.

'You had to make this a drama series didn't you?' you ask, feeling how the sadness takes over your vision, draining the world from its colours, reprogramming your vision to only see the bad and agonising things in the world.

'Just don't die, please,' you whisper, reading the note over and over again, until you have studied every single scratch of her fingers and every drop of blood marking the spots she must have written a message on.

You fix your blue eyes at the beautiful person laying next to you, understanding that everything is now all about Y/N, that she is the most important for every single person. Yet you are afraid that some of you will forget Mark, and that you can't see yourself handling.

'Not now, not with him,' you whisper, scuffling away as the red fluid is reaching your side: the blood that has infected one of your friends, one of your bros. And that same blood is what will cure him, though nobody knows. And it is a mystery if anyone ever will.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear someone walking towards you, running like his life depends on it, as it could possibly be just that. Then the blond head comes peeking over the wall, afraid to come closer.

'Matthias?! What happened?!' you ask in fear, knowing that you actually don't want to hear the answer, as it would never be anything good.

The blue eyes of the YouTuber look at you, afraid, panicked, before he quickly says: 'It's Jack, he's freaking out against the nurses.' His voice shaky and unsteady, not believing what he just said.

'What?!' you scream, jumping up from where you were seated, running towards the still surprised friend of Mark. You pass him with great ease, running faster than you did all day. Your breathing fills your ears, blinding you from your direction, but even blindfolded you can remember these hallways, after only having passed them once.