Alone ( Jacksepticeye x Depressed reader ) {COMPLETED}

Epilogue

Hey guys, thank you guys so much for all the support you've given on this story over the past couple of years. This was my first story and I never expected anything to come of it and now I'm at over 14 thousand reads. This is the epilogue you guys have been asking for. Hope you like it! :) 

Y/N POV

"No! Take me back! Take me back to him!" I sobbed sitting up quickly as I found myself in a bright room. Then I felt a hand on my arm and I realized I was in a hospital room. I was okay, well not exactly okay but I was alive. "Mrs. Mcloughlin it's okay please calm down." The person who put their hand on my arm, who ended up being a nurse. "Where's Jack?" I said quickly not caring about anything else. "Your husband is in the bathroom, Ma'am. He will be back any minute. After you got shot you were brought here and we did surgery to save you and take the bullet out. You're lucky you survived. It barely missed some of your vital organs." The nurse said calmly. "How long was I out?" I asked looking down at the blanket laying on me, scared of the answer. "Probably a total of 4 hours including the surgery." She said and I sighed in relief. A second later Jack walked in and stopped in his tracks before running up to me and tackling me in a hug. "Thank god you're okay. I can't lose you again." He said as he started to cry. I started to tear up too. I gently put a hand on his cheek. "It's okay Jackaboy. You won't lose me." I said before kissing him. After we parted he looked at me with a smile. "You tried to back out of the till death do us part section of our vows a little too soon. You're not allowed to almost die on me again." He said chuckling. I couldn't help but laugh too. "I wasn't trying to get out of it. It's us much longer than till death do us part. It's us forever and always." I said sweetly. He smiled and nodded. We ended up staying in the hospital for a few more days to make sure I was okay before going home. It was hard to go back there after everything that has happened here in this town. Shortly after the hospital and me getting shot we decided we needed a fresh start. We decided to move to the United States and start new. This is when everything started going right. We moved into a new house in California so we could see Mark and his other friends and eventually we got a dog named Koda. Now I sit here writing this book with the help of my husband to finally share my story. It's still hard sometimes but we got through it. We now have a house, a dog, and I am 3 months pregnant. It gets better. Don't give up no matter what. This is the end. We did it.

A/n: This story was a way I coped during one of the darkest times of my life. I was extremely depressed and wasn't coping with it well. I was doing multiple types of self-harm and other things. Please don't be like me. It'll get better if you work for it. I promise. I didn't think I would make it to my freshman year when I wrote this story in 6th grade. Now I'm 15 and halfway through my freshman year. I have a great group of friends (even though I've lost a lot) and a wonderful girlfriend. If you told me this would be my life when I was in 6th grade I would never believe you. I still struggle because I still have depression and extreme anxiety and I was diagnosed with POTS this year but I still wouldn't change my life for the world.  Keep your head up. You got this. You are strong and you can get through this. Talk to someone, get help. You can do this. It can get better but you'll have to work for it. It's not just going to get handed to you while you sit and hate and pity yourself and give up. I had to learn this. I know it can be hard but you can do this. If any of you ever need someone to talk to please message me on my Instagram that's in my bio. It doesn't matter the time I will try and answer and help as much as I can. Thank you guys so much.