Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 16~~

Jack's POV

    You stepped into the room again, feeling extremely worried.

    "Jack..this isn't easy to say," she started, even fidgeting herself, "Y/n wanted to be outside when I tell you."

    Suddenly feeling cold, you rubbed your arms but nothing helped. You realized that you were cold on the inside.

    "Y/n is anorexic, severely underweight, and assumingly has been for a while."

    You didn't even get through the sentence before completely freezing up. Some tears threatened to spill, but you kept them in as hard as you could. In your head, you could only repeat the word 'why'.

   Why would she do this to herself? Did Y/n tell her about the cutting, too? No...I doubt it, plus she was wearing long sleeves and my jacket.

    "If I were you, I'd keep a really close eye on her, Jack." She placed a hand on your shoulder. "I would even consider moving in with her temporarily unless you already live together." She had such sympathy in her eyes.

    You nodded, already making the choice in your head if Y/n accepted.

    You left without saying anything, and once you got to the waiting room, Y/n was huddled up against the wall, rocking back and forth. You rushed over to her and pulled her into a tight hug, but not too tight.

Your POV

    You've been sitting there for what felt like hours, trying to stay calm. Doors opened, but you couldn't care less until a pair of arms wrapped around your frail body.

    You jumped out of shock, but once you smelled the foresty cologne and saw the black puff of hair, you relaxed and started crying instead.

    "Shh....shhhh...I'm here..." He whispered soothingly into your ear.

    "Sir?" someone asked, "Is everything okay?"

    Jack turned to him for a second, nodding, before going straight back to you. He made you feel important, like the only person alive. God, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I know what happened last time I l-....loved someone.

    Though,  you couldn't pull away. His hugs were addicting.

    You finally calmed down enough to talk, "I g-got your s-shirt wet.." You had subconsciously gripped his BERLIN shirt, probably wrinkling it as well.

    You felt his lips curl up from where they rested on your head then fall again. "I don't care about this shirt, Y/n."

    Pulling away, you saw his cheeks were wet from crying as well. You gasped in shock and guilt and quickly moved your hands up to wipe the wetness away, not caring about how intimate this would be considered. "I-I'm sorry..."

    He moved to grip your hands tenderly. "You don't have anything to be sorry about."

    He started helping you up and making sure you were more or less okay. He seemed to be more careful with you since he knows your...secret. He brought you back out to the car and opened the door for you.

    "So," he started when the engine geared up, "I have a question."

    You looked towards him and pulled your(his) sleeves down out of habit.

    "Would you mind if I moved in with you for a while just to...keep an eye on you?" He seemed to have chose his words carefully.

    "Why would you want to?" You said softly, hoping he wouldn't hear it the moment it came out your mouth. You fiddled with your(his) sleeves again.

    You felt the air get tense before he responded, "because I care about you, Y/n."

    This surprised you. "W-what?" you accidentally said out loud.

    "I really do care about you, Y/n," he looked over at you for a second before looking back at the road, "and I want you to get better." 

    You stayed silent for a minute, looking down at your lap. He's just lying out of pity...god, Y/n I thought you would know this already. Can you really not learn? He might just want in your pants then leave you. But then again, nobody else would want you after Jason. Your body is so flabby and not sexy, so you don't have to worry about that at least. He wouldn't care more than a second if you killed yourself.

    You shook yourself out of the thoughts when you felt the car stop. You guys were in your driveway.

    "You didn't answer my question..." he trailed off. He was facing you with determination and worry clouding his vision.

    "Um..." you tried thinking of some way to stall, "what about your recording stuff?"

    He seemed to know what you were trying to do, but didn't comment. "I have a pretty good laptop that I can open my Steam account on to record."

    It seemed that your shock showed on your face because he smirked a little bit.

    "I...I...." you started, thinking deeply, "I g-guess..."

    He smiled brightly and pulled you into a hug before getting out of the car. "You can...s-stay in the guest b-bedroom?" Suddenly, you felt scared for some reason. Probably something about....men.

    "I can go back in a little while to get some stuff if that's okay." he stated, watching you nod in understanding.

    Once you both got in the house, you realized you were still wearing his jacket. You quickly took it off and handed it to him, "S-Sorry."

    "Y/n," he held both of your hands tenderly, "you don't need to apologize for anything right now." He gave you a small smile and tilted his head, but you didn't smile. He looked downtrodden, but he quickly changed. "Here, go sit down and find something to watch."

    You were confused, but obliged.

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