The Past {Jacksepticeye FF}

Part 26

We now walked side by side in an almost awkward silence. No one had anything to say, and if they did they didn't want another one of the three to be there when they talked. I'm guessing about that one I guess, but it could be true. I stop pushing myself with a sigh as I stretch my arms. Mark and Jack stop and turn slightly, showing a slight worried expression.

"What, do you think that my arms will automatically grow a lot of muscles over three days," I said with a small laugh. I continue resting my arms when Jack made his way behind me and started pushing.

"Thanks Jack," I said as I look back at him with a smile. He lightly smiles back at me, but he seemed so distant. It seems he's been like this since that night. My smile falters as I turn back around. Mark was ahead of us talking with a girl I recognize as Amy. A smile were on both of their faces as they talked. I stared at them as memories went through my brain. I didn't feel the tears, nor the chair stopping while I was spaced out. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I blink and look up to see Jack staring at me with worry. I wipe the tears with my hand.

"Sorry, I just," I trail off as I look at the ground.

"What is it, just let it out," Jack said as he knelt on the ground in front of me.

"Just, I, if it, ugh," I said as I leaned back, looking to the side. Tears filling my eyes.

"Do we have to be on the sidewalk, how about the swings or under a tree or something," I said. I hear Jack sigh, and before I know it I was being pushed towards a willow tree.

"I feel like I'm some insane person, getting pushed in a wheelchair to an insane padded room," I said with a small laugh.

"You slightly sound like one," Jack says behind me. I scoff.

"How dare you, I may be weird, but I am not psycho," I said.

"Are you sure," he jokes making us both laugh. We go through the willow leaves so we are hidden from people passing by. Jack helps me sit down and lean against the tree. I wrap my arms around my legs as I stare at the green leaves encasing us.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he shifts to look at me. I shrug.

"Just, that night, when everything went to shit," I started, but stopped as tears came to my eyes. We were both quiet, my sniffles the only sound heard underneath the tree.

"It wasn't your fault if you were thinking that," he suddenly said.

"He was after me Jack, people were about to DIE because of me," I said as I stared him down.

"It was Chads fault, he's the one that went insane and got his clan to do that," Jack explained.

"He could have killed you, and Mark and everyone else, but he actually shot at you, if it wasn't for that one person you would be dead right now," I said as I looked down at my hands that were on my lap. That shut Jack up as he sat there, shoulders slumped downwards as he remembers.

"You know what, I shouldn't have said anything," I said as I slowly stand up, my knees slightly shaking as I hold onto the tree. I grab onto my wheelchair, sitting down slowly. Jack stayed in his slumped position. I watched him as his hand rubs his fake leg. I advert my eyes away from him, before pushing the wheelchair forward. It was a workout to go two feet, but I managed to get to the edge of the willow leaves. As I was about to separate the leaves so I could go through, they were abruptly pushed apart, showing Evan and Mark. I scream and fall back in my chair, the momentum knocking the chair over. I groan as my head hits the ground.

"Oops, sorry Tori," Mark said as he came to my side, helping me and the chair up.

"It's fine," I said as I rubbed my head.

"Hey man, you okay?" Evan asks. I look up to see him looking behind me. Jack didn't say anything back, but he was still back there since I didn't hear him move. It was quiet for a couple of seconds before someone shifted. I hear the leaves move and he was gone.

"What did you two talk about?" Mark asks.

"Nothing," I say as I stare at the leaves in front of me.

"Nuh-uh, what did you two talk about?" he demands. I glare up at him and he glares back with just as much intensity. My eyes go down, the glare leaving them.

"J-just forget about it." I said as I start to struggle going forwards.

"No, I can't forget about it this time, one of my friends looks like they have been crying and the other leaves distraught," he says, annoyance evident in his tone.

"WE TALKED ABOUT THAT NIGHT OKAY, THE NIGHT EVERYTHING TURNED TO SHIT, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR MARK, just a traumatic experience that I can't talk about that much," I said glaring at him with new tears in my eyes. I go to go forward, by the wheel gets stuck.

"Screw this fucking chair," I said standing up. Ignoring their protests I walk quickly away. My legs threatened to to throw out beneath me as I walked towards the swings. As I get to the swings my right leg falls. I fall to the ground and groaned as the playground pebbles slightly dug into my skin. I sigh as I slowly get up, grasping onto the swing as I do. I sit down on them as the tears slowly made their way down my face. Images of Jack actually getting shot to death terrified me showing up in my mind. I wipe away my tears as more and more came. The sun looked like it was starting to go down. My hair hides my eyes and I couldn't see a thing.

I hear someone walk up and sit down on the swing next to me. I don't move or make a sound. I wanted this to be a fun day in the park, but no I had to get emotional and not think of anything other than Prom.

"I thought you could use this," I hear a familiar voice say. I look up to see Jack sitting on the swing next to me, my wheelchair folded up and on the ground. I nod and look forward again.

"I'm sorry for asking earlier," he says.

"I-It's fine," I stutter out.

"Sooo, need a hug?" he asks randomly.

"I would like one," I said with a small smile. I turn to look at him, but he was already standing and in front of me. In seconds I am wrapped in a hug. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him slightly tight, afraid that if I let go I might lose him.

"I think we should get home," I said as I pull away, immediately feeling the cold.

"Yeah, lets go," he said with a small smile. He opened up the wheelchair before helping me onto it. With a bit of difficulty we made it through the park and on our way home. When we get to my house, Jack brings me inside where we sit and talk for a bit. Then Jacks face became serious.

"Tori, can I ask you something?" he asks, his eyes going all over the place.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask as I tilt my head.

"Will you, uh, will you go out with me?" he asks. I stare at him with a giant smile on my face.

"YESS!" I scream as I lift my arms out, trying to hug him but fail, making us both laugh.