Paradise *a Jack Gilinsky fanfic*

Chapter 5

(A/N that happy moment when Paradise starts playing while you're working on getting updates for Paradise ready ❤️😬 it's making me happy af haha but at the same time makes me wanna cry. Lol anyways. Enjoy chapter 5! Lol. -Shelby)

It's really sweet how much he cares. Honestly, it is but... I obviously do. Not. Want. To. Be. Alive. And. On. This. Earth. At. All. Anymore. Why doesn't he understand that?!

"Go away. I don't wanna be alive." I tell him. He just looks at me with a look almost like someone who's dog you just ran over accidentally would give you. The broken, why would you do that/ say that type of look.

"Aubrey why would you say that? I will promise you an amazing paradise where you can be happy and not in pain and you'll feel amazing."

"Yeah. Dead."

"Dammit. Okay I don't even know why I'm trying to save your life. Jesus. Okay when you decide that you want to talk and let me help fix you, call me. Until then, goodbye Aubrey." He hands me a piece of paper that has his number on it, then he gets up and leaves.

I immediately feel guilty about what I said. "Wait! Jack! Jack! Come back!" I yell after him.

He comes back in the room. "What?"

"I'm sorry. Come back." I say looking down at my hands awkwardly. I notice that my right arm is bandaged, well in a cast. I broke it when I jumped. Lovely. Not.

"Why should I?"

"I'll let you fix me..?" I reply saying the only thing I can think of that could be a "correct" answer.

He grins at me. "Okay. I'll come back. Now okay, why did you try to commit suicide, like what happened?" He asks coming back in the room and sitting down in the car.

And so I tell him my sad, sad, sad, sad, extremely sad story. I tell him everything that has happened in the past 13 years that I can remember that has led me to be the person I am today.

"Oh my God Aubrey, that's horrible. I'm sorry that all of that has happened to you."

"It's okay." I reply wiping a few tears away. "It's not your fault. But now you know what caused me to commit suicide."

"You mean try? Because once again, do I need to remind you that you were unsuccessful..."

I stick my tongue out at Jack. "Haha you're so funny."

"C'mon you like me though."

"Like you? Psh no. Not at all."

"Really now? Then how come you came back?" He laughs.

"Came back?"

"I meant called me back. Sorry got sleep depriveances problems going on."

I laugh at him. He's pretty funny. "Okay. I'll forgive you. Mr. Making Up New Words Guy."

"No problem." He grins.

"What?" I ask confused.

"No idea..."

"Okay. Haha. Well you're funny. I like you."

"Great. Does that mean you wanna go make out now?" He wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

"Uh no. Sorry. You can't handle this." I gesture to my bandaged body, which I just realized is COVERED in bandages actually. Holy cow! I have a couple bandages on my wrists... From where I've previously slit my wrists PLENTY of times. I'm sure my legs- well thighs- are bandaged too from the cuts there too. My arm is a little cast. Great right? I mean I noticed it before but didn't really pay CLOSE attention to it... It didn't really phase me for say (I don't even know if that makes sense! Haha.)