Can Nobody Hear Me? Jacksepticeye AU

Chapter 13

As Chase lay in bed at night, his thoughts were consumed by Marvin. It was peculiar how one day he was a best friend and, the next, Chase couldn't stop thinking about him. He was confused, to say the least. He was confused mainly as to why Marvin mattered so much to him. He let out a gentle sigh, body itching for an alcoholic beverage to drown out the thoughts. He knew full well that JJ hadn't bought any more whisky so he couldn't drink. He had to stay sober and just face the thoughts that were haunting him.

Then he remembered something. Something he had vowed to stop after moving in with his friends. The vow was ignored as he stood up and took a shaky step towards the bathroom. His mind began to swirl with questions like 'could he really do this?' and 'what if someone found them?' and, although the interrogatives remained unanswered, he slowly headed towards the bathroom. He grabbed his razor from its place up in the cupboards and sat on the floor. He ripped it apart with precision that could have been considered expertise had the job been a bit more positive. Chase hated to admit he knew what he was doing.

The blade was sharp and unused. He had brought it but ended up skipping a few days shaving as he settled into the new home. The razor was going to be put to a new use. He pressed it into the skin of his left wrist, his arm shaking as he did so. The somewhat faded scars surrounding it seemed brighter than ever, taunting him to continue and give them new friends. Chase did what they wanted until his arm was covered in red.

He stood up and glanced into the mirror, hardly recognising his happy self from just earlier that day when they had taken the trip to see Marvin's magic show. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were bright red from all the tears he had cried. He was holding his bleeding arm up to his chest without getting any of the red on his shirt. He was a mess, a broken one at that. "Why are you thinking about him so much?" Chase muttered to himself, staring into his eyes as if he would be able to hypnotise himself into giving some sort of answer. Of course, it did not work. "Why do I imagine us kissing? Why did I stare at him for so long earlier? Why is he haunting me?"

Deep down, he had his assumptions. He just couldn't get them to rise to the surface so he could finally admit it. He remained silent as he leaned forward and washed his arm. It eventually stopped bleeding so he slipped his sleeve back over the top of it. "I am not gay."

-

A week or so passed. Alex and Sammy went back to school and Chase recorded videos at home. Chase barely got any sleep because of the thoughts that plagued him but no one really seemed to notice. He had gotten back into his unhealthy habit of self harming almost every day and, as much as he hated himself for doing it, he didn't stop. Nothing else that was major happened until the day Alex came home from school crying.

His face was pale and smothered in wet tears; it was heartbreaking for Chase to see. "What happened, Al? Are you alright?" Chase couldn't help but notice how heavily he was breathing too, as if he was either having a panic attack or had run a long distance.

"I saw mum," He sobbed, burying his head into Chase's chest for comfort. Chase wrapped his arms around him. "She was waiting for me outside of school. She grabbed my arm really hard and told me to come home but I managed to run."

"Did she hurt you?"

"Not really but she scared me. She said..."

"What did she say, Alex?"

"She threatened to find you and hurt you if I didn't come home but that isn't it..." Alex reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it out for Chase to take. "Go into my messages." Chase did as he was told and his eyes immediately laid upon the top conversation with an unknown number. He scrolled through them and bit his lip to hold back tears.

Alex, where are you?

I'm worried

Come home

Alex, come home right now.

I swear, if you don't come home, I'm going to find you and drag you home myself and it won't be pretty

I can do more than just a slap

Maybe I could even go further with your dad. Ban you from seeing him completely. He always has been a bad influence with his gay friends and pathetic excuse for manliness.

Do you want me to come and find you?

Come home. This is your last chance.

The messages had been spread out from the day they had left Stacy's to the present. The last one had been that morning, before Stacy had approached her son at school. Chase turned the phone to show Marvin whose eyes scanned them quickly before he raised a hand to his mouth in shock.

"We need to get the police involved," Marvin was the one who spoke, his voice so soft that it was barely there. Chase turned to him and rapidly shook his head whilst Alex just kept his gaze on the ground. "These are serious threats."

"We can't put her in jail." Chase mumbled, biting his lip so hard that it was beginning to draw blood.

"Why not? She made your life hell."

"I want to forget about her and going to court and shit... it's too much. I can't handle it and I'm sure Alex can't either."

"Fine. How about we talk to her? Tell her to fuck off."

"I don't want to see her!" Alex piped up, his voice quivering with fear.

"You won't have to. I'll do it... or I'll send Anti her way. You know Anti will make it so she never bothers you again but it might get nasty."

"Do it. She deserves it." Marvin smiled softly before standing up and heading to fetch Anti. Chase turned to his son and wrapped him into another tight embrace. "We'll be alright, Al. I'll make sure of it. I'll- I'll pick you up from school for now on." He rubbed his hand on Alex's back in circles, listening to his gentle cries and wishing he could make him happier.

-

Anti returned home an hour after he left, entering the home and immediately approaching Marvin who was sitting on the sofa with a mug of coffee in his hands. "I think she got the message."