Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 14~~

    As you put the flour in the bowl, a light flashed and you felt hands on your waist and a head on your shoulder. Looking back, it was..Jack? 

    Suddenly, the whole scene vanished leaving you confused. Looking back, Jack was still in the living room, carrying two cups to the sink, not anywhere near you. "Uh.." You shook it off as drowsiness.

    "Did you say something, Y/n?" Jack came into the kitchen, placing the cups in the sink. 

    "Oh, it was..uh nothing, sorry." You quickly went back and added the cooking oil.

    "Shit," he started, making you turn around to see what was wrong, "I promised I would upload an earlier video today.."

    "I have a video camera and Steam if you can use that for anything?" You offered, feeling somewhat guilty. 

    "I can just do a vlog today, I need to talk about some things anyway, are you sure I can use it?" 

    "I already offered, didn't I?" You smiled a bit, "It's up on my desk." He muttered a quick thanks and ran upstairs.

    He came back downstairs and sat the camera on the table before picking up some snack bags from the couch and throwing them away. You had finished the batter and was waiting for the waffle iron to heat up.

    You heard him start his intro and began saying how this wouldn't be edited unless something extreme happened. He was talking about how he slept the night at a friend's house which made me feel giddy. 

    I'm a..friend? He's probably just being nice. He doesn't really mean it.

    Sighing, you felt that the iron was hot enough. "Hey, Jack, not trying to intrude, but how many waffles do you want?" You played with your hands nervously.

    "Um, however many you'll feed me." He flashed a bright smile and went back to recording.

    You made two for each of you. He walked into the kitchen, still filming, as soon as you put the last waffle on your plate. "Oh hey," you pointed to a plate by the sink, "there ya go." 

    "So yeah, this is my friend Y/n, she was in my video with PJ." He set the camera down and fixed his waffles.

    "Sup." You motioned a little wave to the camera before putting syrup and powdered sugar on your waffles.

    You know you shouldn't be eating.

    You're already a fat slut, you don't need anything else.

    Nobody will like you if you look like this.

    Atleast throw it up afterwards.

    You tried to push down your thoughts and eat. Soon succeding.

    Jack finished recording and asked if he could use your laptop to upload it. You agreed and he brought it downstairs while you put the dishes up. There was an intense urge to just throw up what you ate, and you couldn't deny it. "And...upload!" He pressed the button dramatically before going on his phone. You took this as an opportunity and left.

    You made your way to the bathroom upstairs and stepped on the scale you had in there. 114 pounds...you're so fat Y/n. Just puke already.

    You listened to yourself and bent over the toilet, plunging two fingers down the back of your throat. This resulted in a horrible loud sound that you prayed Jack wouldn't hear. Vomit and bile sloshed into the toilet. It was a disgusting green, yellow, and red color, you guessed the red was blood, though.

    You tried to get everything out of your stomach before a knock came from the door. "Y/n, are you okay?" 

    You were too weak to answer, so you just laid there, head against the bathroom wall. You shook your head stupidly, forgetting he can't see you. "Y/n!" He tried the unlocked handle and saw you on the floor, holding your stomach.

Jack's POV

    After not hearing an answer, you opened the surprisingly unlocked door. You were shocked at what you saw. She's so pale! Oh god. 

    You kneeled down next to Y/n, turning her face to you. "Y/n. Answer me, are you okay?" It was slight, but you saw her shake her head, holding her hand against her mouth quickly before rushing to the toilet.

    You held pieces of her hair that fell from her bun and rubbed her back soothingly. By the way she was sitting, her shirt was pulled tightly around her revealing something absolutely terrifying. 

    You could see her bones.

    This almost made you sick, but you held it in. Is she anorexic? Nevermind that, just..help her out now Jack. You can ask her later.

    "Y/n, I'm taking you to the doctor." She showed no sign of hearing me, but how could she not? You took her silence as a yes, and helped her to her feet.

Your POV

    Good going Y/n! You've got him feeling sorry for you! I told you NOT TO DO THIS. You're just pathetic, can't even do the simplest of things right. It's no wonder that Sherry doesn't talk to you. (Sherry was Y/n's best friend from the first chapter if you dont remember ^^)

    Jack was helping you out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He let you stand by the door for a second, going back into the living room. He came back with your shoulder bag and your phone, handing them to you.

    He took ahold of your hand and back, helping you into the car as he drove off to the doctor's.