Gaming In Style (Reader x Jacksepticeye, Book 1)

"It gets to me. The fear, the pain, the drowning sensation. It never goes away. I'm just good at hiding it." I said, sighing, looking over at him. He had his elbows placed on his knees, and he stared at me, his blue eyes piercing through me.

He sighed shaking his head before standing up, walking towards me. He grabbed my hands, sighing and shaking his head. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you. I never knew that you were like this." He stared at me, for what seemed and felt like hours. After what seemed like an eternity, Mark ran through the gate on the side of the bleachers, calling out my name.

When he saw us, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth. He started walking towards us, and I shook my head, causing him to stop in his tracks. I pulled back my hands and walked past him towards Mark. But before I reached Mark, I looked back at him as He had his hands in his pockets and kicking a pebble.

"Thank you Seán, for letting me talk." With that, I walked back to the cafeteria with Mark.

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"The games keep changing!" I exclaimed, waving my arms around us. "This sick freak there us in this fucked up place, how the he'll do expect this shit to get better?! Already, 7 people died, and were heading to the fucking Hunger Games, and possibly more!" My voice rose higher as Mark and Séan backed up, letting me vent out my frustration to the guy infront of me. "Who ever this sick fuck is, better explain to us why the hell we're here!"

I clenched my fists, trying to calm my breathing. I've been the leader of this small group so far, and I knew my current state wasn't helping, but even someone like me needs to vent after everything I couldn't prevent. I could feel the tears start to brim my eyes, and I tried my hardest to hold them back, but eventually, they ended up falling. Everyone took at least a step closer, and before I knew it, I bolted, heading straight to somewhere secluded.