dream~fack

the end?

warning: chapter includes concepts such as suicide and self harm. if this triggers you please don't read

Jacks POV:

my whole life ive struggled with depression. im thankful enough to have good friends and family to help, and my life isn't near as bad as anyone else's. when i think about it, i don't really have a reason to be depressed. well i think i do now.
you, finn.
you're the reason im depressed. and it's your fault im doing this now
i think as i pour the first handful of pills into my mouth and swallow as much as i can at once, that gross taste of them dissolving swirling on my tongue.
i can't help but think of the first time finn and i kissed as they do, which makes me cry harder.
i may not be an amazing person, i may have been ungrateful sometimes and i may have not held the door open for an old woman once but what, what could i possibly have done to deserve this?

no.
why am i even thinking about it? it'll all be over soon.
i take a glance at the note beside me. i tried to use my best handwriting, which seems stupid but i didn't want to be remembered as sloppy.
but... do i even care how im remembered?
it does not matter
i pour more pills into my hand, most falling on the ground as i feel myself start to get dizzy. i sloppily shove the rest into my mouth and swallow.
then, as my vision clouds, i hear a voice in my head.
finns voice

im sorry, jack