Jacks POV
I ran as fast as possible, people, buildings, and greenery resulted to a blur as tears seeped into my eyes. I finally stopped at my house and barged in. Mom isn't here. Good. I grabbed my razor and a pistol, along with my dad's old tux. Just looking at it made me choke up. I quickly shoved it on and avoided mirrors. I can't crack if I can't see it.
I quickly jotted down my note, I shoved the razor and pistol into my hoodie pocket, and hustled out.
I jogged to the liquor store and ran in, only to quickly run out with a vodka bottle in my hand as the guy tried to see my face. He tried to follow me, but I was around the corner already.
In a dead sprint I headed to my dad's old job building, which was roughly 10 stories high. Taking the elevator to the ninth floor, I then took the stairs and made sure no one followed me. I finally sat at the edge as took my things out, setting the pistol and vodka down.
My hand gripped the razor and sliced all up and down my left arm, until I ran outta room. I then switched to my right arm until there was no more room to cut.
I now picked up my vodka and chugged it, blood flowing down my arms. The wind was whipping my neon hair this way and that.
I finally finished the bottle, and the world went woozy and was wobbling like a boat on a stormy sea. I drunkenly stood up, and shuffled towards the edge, ready to end my hell.
"Jack! Wait"
A/n
Haha a cliffhanger haha I need a life. Sorry for not posting this a lot sooner, but here it is. The cliffhanger was more ment to motivate me than to frustrate you guys so.... *ahem* anyway, thank you guys for reading, and I'll see y'all in the next chapter! Buh-bye!~an author
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Bullet |Septiplier|
FanfictionJack is very depressed and has tried (and failed) to kill himself for many times, but what will change when his handsome (and secretly gay) friend mark comes to save him on his latest attempt? Idea song: Bullet by Hollywood Undead
