Jacksepticeye Imagines

He's Gone... (2)

I hurried into my 1st period class. My friend, Chris, cautiously walked up to me. I looked at my desk, tapping my finger on the side.

"Hey," he shoved his hands in his pockets, "did you hear about Jack?"

I'd confirmed it last night. He was gone...

I started to bawl my eyes out. Everyone looked at me while Chris slowly backed up. Quiet murmurs floated around the classroom. I stood up, shoving my chair back.

"I have to leave" I told the teacher, leaving the classroom.

I wiped away tears as I walked down the hallway.

I can't believe Jack's gone. I never thought I was going to lose him. I thought he would always be there for me. I wanted to hear his voice one more time, but it would be too painful. I wanted to see him smile one more time, but that would make me cry more. Jack was my hero. I loved him like my best friend. He was always there for me after all. He always made me smile when I didn't want to. If I fell, he'd pick me up, brush me off, and tell me everything was going to be okay. He made me happy. I needed to be happy again. But my source of happiness was gone... Now I could never be happy again. He's never coming back. No matter how much I plead, I can't get him back. I needed him back though. I didn't want him back, I needed him back. Badly.