Empty (Jacksepticeye x reader)

Empty- Prolouge

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Loud crashing noises and angry screams outside my door. Just another normal day ig... At least this time its not at me? Just trying to stay positive...

I sigh and stare out the window, thinking of how I did this to myself. All the giant warning signs about him I ignored. The things I laughed off and said weren't dangerous. The things he did that I told him were normal. Now I've trapped myself...

I tell everyone I stay because he loves me. But I know he doesn't love me. He loves to see me in pain. He loves to see me crying. He love to see that he has control. I stay because I have to. Its no longer my choice. Its his.

I stare at the countless sandwiches hiding in the trash.. at least there's one thing I can control. I can control what I eat, if I eat, and when I eat. This way I can also control my weight and how I look. So I prefer to remain empty. I'm hungry without a desire to eat. And I can stop anytime I want. Who cares if I causes a little harm? As long as I get control.

Its the only way I can hold on. By holding on to the tiny bit of control I have. I can survive this I swear...I just have to stay empty...