Lost

Depression

~Time skip to a month later~
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Reader
Dark Jesse was back home from LA and had basically become an alcoholic, which scared Parker. Meanwhile, he was in the basement in the Psychopath room again.

"Jesse. Where are you at mother fucker?"

Dark said to the mirror that Jesse was supposed to be in. Dark knocked on the mirror, but Jesse wouldn't appear.

"Yo, psycho bitch! We need to talk you ass!"

Finally, the real Jesse appeared in the mirror.

"What do you want?"

"I need to tell you the real reason why I made you snap. I was tired of being stuck in the back of your fucking mind and not allowing me to into the real world. I'm not going to destroy your body. Hell, I'm in my own body with my own mind. I want to be out here an-"

"So, you're just gonna use me to be in the real world?! You belong in my mind! You're a character of mine that no one should meet!"

"You shut the fuck up! I am NOT a character!!! I hate that fucking word!"

Both of the Jesse's argued back and forth. Dark Jesse isn't even Jesse at all. In fact, he is a completely different person.

"Everyone in your family thinks you've become an alcoholic, by the way."

"They don't know that you aren't me?!"

"Soon, I'll let them in on the secret. You should really calm the fuck down Jesse, because if you shout at me or interrupt me again, I swear to fucking God, I will snap my fingers a final time and it will shatter this mirror. Then, you'll never be able to leave it."

Jesse stared at Dark sternly.

"Well, I gotta get back upstairs. Parker will be here soon and I think it's time he knew who I really am."
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Parker
I got ready and headed over to Jesse's house as always. When I arrived I went straight to his room and barged in on him doing something.

"Jesse?"

"Dude, don't you knock?!"

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing Parker. Just, sit down."

He was acting strange again, and I've noticed that Jesse hasn't really seemed happy since he got back from LA, and it was concerning. He was showing all signs for depression. Always going to bed early, stays in bed, he's resorted to alcohol, never leaves the house, and is always so salty over the dumbest shit.

I walked over to my boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek and sat on his bed.

"Jesse, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine!"

I jumped back as he yelled at me. I just wanted to know what was wrong with him. This is not the Jesse I know or love.
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~Time Skip~
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Reader
??? went down to the basement again and saw one of Jesse's dad's hunting knives. He picked it up and examined it. He looked at the jagged sharp edge and tested it on a random piece of paper he found. It cut cleanly. ??? walked outside in the dark and walked away from the house with the knife in one hand and a beer in the other.

He rolled his hoodie sleeve up and and put the knife to his arm slowly, then dragged the blade clean across his arm. Blood was flowing out while he sliced his arm up even more, causing much more blood flow. He was losing a lot of blood and he could see Jesse staring at him shaking his head disappointedly at him as ??? fell to the ground.

"What have you done...?"

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I am so sorry for being away. My motivation has been aggressively low. I need to work on my Starco fic and Sam and Colby fic! Rip.