You're A Pain In The Ass

Chapter 9

Jack's Pov

I can't believe it. I can't believe I let a human make me feel this way...23 years of my entire life, and it just so happens to be now. And with how fucked up I look and am, I'll hurt her. She's so pathetic, so stupid and stubborn, yet she looks at the world that revolves around her that she is okay. I envy her, everything about her. But she's so gorgeous and special.

I head back to the cabin that I recently found in the woods. I'm guessing this couple recently just finish building this home by the looks of the detail and work. Modern yet simple, I like it too bad they didn't get to experience this for too long. As I open the door to the place, I walk past the couple's bodies making my way up the stairs towards the room. 

"Shiiit I'm glad they were done moving because this missing furniture would be a big problem." I take a deep breath as I look in the room. Nice dressers and furniture, a tv mounted on the wall. Aside the big windows it was really nice. Not my favorite but it can work. And a nice queen size bed. 

"Huh, I am impressed, oh look It even has it's own bathroom. Hell yeah a master bedroom all. for. myself. " Clapping my hands along the way I take off my Jacket along with my shirt placing it on the bed as I make my way towards the restroom. While turning on the shower head and hot steam making it's way to fog up the restroom, I checked for my pockets and notice that I in fact took a photo of y/n from one of her little picture frames. Though upon moving my thumb out of the way the photo unfolded and in the image there is a guy. He looked like he was in his early 20s a little younger than me. "So this must be y/n's little ex boyfriend huh?"

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A sudden rage struck Jack seeing the sight of the male really close to you. His heartbeat beating faster than usual, making him feel like he himself was drowning in jealousy. In fact he got so furious he started to destroy the new restroom, breaking and tearing the decorations it had, scratching up the walls with his sharp nails. Minutes pass by after Jack's rage got the best of him, he started to calm down and realize what he has done. He looks at himself in the mirror, a total mess, a complete monster. His face is shocked at first glance and then got depressed.

"It haunts me every day I look at you..." He places his hand on the mirror and glances at himself one more time.

SMASH

Pieces of glass start falling to the restroom's sink followed by a black liquid substance. Pulling his hand back he noticed he has gotten a deep cut on the palm of his hand. "Fuck me man." He gritted his teeth from the stinging pain it was causing, he went to his bag and took out his first aid kit that he has build up on gathering and storing along his journey.
After cleaning up the wound and cleaning up the rest of the mess, he took a warm shower to relax and wash away the thoughts of today.

                                     Why does life hate me so much?