Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 21~~

still Jack's POV

    You understood why she was so mad so you just walked up and put your hand on her shoulder in reasurrance. "As long as I'm alive, he won't lay a hand on her," you looked her in the eyes, "I promise."

    She smiled faintly with a mumbled 'thank you'.

    You pulled her into a hug before she had to leave and left Y/n's phone on the coffee table. "I guess I might see you later, Jack." She waved and walked out before you heard a car engine starting.

    Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that your phone had actually blew up with messages during the whole fiasco. Most of them were from Mark, but a few were from Ethan and Bob.

    When you scrolled through the notifications, all of them were about the video you posted about staying at a friends house.

    "What girl?"
    "Have I met her?"
    "Sean"
    "AAnswer me"
    "Is everything okay?"
    "Is she okay?"
    "Are you okay?"
    "Sean answer me im worried"

    A pang of guilt hit you with a grimace. Instead of just responding, you called Mark since Ethan and Bob seemed less worried.

    He picked up within the first two rings, "Why weren't you responding, Sean?" His voice was raised but he sounded more concerned than mad.

    "Would you believe me if I said my ringer was off?" Before anything, you were gonna try to lie your way out of it. Yeah, yeah, bad role model here. He sighed on the other end. "I'll take that as a no..."

    "What actually happened, Sean, I'm not mad or anything, just worried."

    You paused, figuring out how to word it, "Y/n, my friend in the video that I'm staying with,"

    "Yeah?"

    "Well, she had a panic attack of sorts so I just..." you sighed, "I didn't realize my phone was going off, I'm sorry, Mark."

    His whole attitude seemed to change, "Don't apologize over that, she's obviously more important than my texts."

    You were relieved that he thought that way before you heard shuffling behind you. Turning around, Y/n was behind you going into her kitchen. "I gotta go, Mark, Y/n's up."

    "Okay, talk to you later, Sean." he hung up.

    You suddenly heard multiple cabinets opening and closing. Some sounds of glass hitting each other was there, too. Walking in there, you saw Y/n with a quarter-empty bottle of vodka. She flipped the cap off and downed it down the the halfway point.

    "Um..." She looked up at you, confused.

    It was as if a light flicked on in her head, "I forgot you were staying here..." then she trailed off, drinking more.

    You looked behind her to see a few more bottles of various kinds of alcohol.

    "You...okay?" you were worried why she just started drinking, but didn't think too much of it.

    She shrugged and downed most of the rest, swishing around the little bit left in the bottle. "Not really but, don't worry."

    You put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her slightly clouded eyes. She just turned away and drunk most of the bottle. You realized what this was after that. She's just drinking to try and feel better.

    "Y/n..." She looked to you with thin eyes. "This isn't healthy." She stopped and just nodded, wiping some stray tears.

    "I know...but j-just..." She took in a breath, "let me have this." She looked at you with pleading eyes. Pleading for you to let her do this, but also stop her...she was confused. "My mind is just racing with all these fucking thoughts..." She pulled another bottle out of the cabinet. "I just want them to s-shut up." 

    She aggressively pulled the cap off this time. She seemed to be loosening up with every drink, but you didn't know if that was good or bad. 

    "Are you sure, Y/n?" In that moment, she questioned herself in her eyes. She wiped her eyes with her sweatshirt sleeve and shrugged, sliding down to sit on the floor.

    You sat down in front of her and she looked away from you. She pulled her knees to her chest and drank more, wincing. "I don't care anymore..." She said with a slight slur, "just...leave me alone, Jack." She tried scooting back, but was blocked by the counter.

    You sighed and took the bottle from her surprisingly loose grip.

    She fell over on her side and looked up at you. "I'm s-sorry." She smiled a bit, "two bottles wouldn't have done much anyway, I'm a heavyweight."

    "Still..." you stood up and put the bottle back in the cabinet.

Y/n's POV

    He took the bottle from your hand and you sighed. "I'm s-sorry." You felt a bit guilty, but also smiled, "two bottles wouldn't have done much anyway, I'm a heavyweight." Found that out the hard way.

    He didn't seem too amused, "Still..." He put your bottle away and pulled you to your feet carefully. "Let's...not think like that."

    "What do you want to think like?" You asked bluntly, feeling a little more free since that's the first time in a while you've had alcohol. "You want to keep lying and say 'this world is so great and people are so good'?" You scoffed, "because honestly, that's a load of horse shit."

    He seemed taken aback but calmed down quickly, probably realizing that it was the alcohol talking. "No, but, let's think like...you got a new drawing tablet!" He smiled and walked you over to the couch, placing the tablet in your lap.

    You sighed but smiled slightly. "Jack..." he looked at you, "you're too good for this world."

    He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. "If I wasn't this good, who would be?" He put his hand on your knee in comfort.

    Suddenly, there was another flash. It was so bright it actually hurt. You didn't see much, but a figure was beside you with their hand on your knee in the same way. Bright colors of flashing lights were going off everywhere and bottles of alcohol were on a table in front of you.

    When you came back, Jack looked confused. "Y/n?" He patted your knee a couple times.

    "Uh..yeah?" You were just as confused, but brushed it off for the most part. You could blame it on the alcohol this time.