Jacks P.O.V.

'You know what Sean? I wish I did!' Felix screams. You look at Felix in anger, rage is taking over your body and you let him in. Your eyes breathe fire, your hands turn to fists, and the only reason that you haven't punched Felix yet is because there is a lady in the room.

Your skin turns pale, your sight gets blurry, rage has gotten to your soul, slowly eating away on all the good memories you share with the Swede. And as the little demon continues his feast, you let your guards down. You don't want to sacrifice your men for an already lost battle.

You feel how your body isn't listening to you anymore, your blood is pumping in anger, ready for battle and you have an angry look painted over your face. Van Gogh looks pleased at his masterwork, before adjusting some small details. And as the painter makes sure the paint is able to dry, the liquid devours your soul.

You try resisting the ink of darkness, you count to three but you cannot count further. You know you have to remain calm, for Y/n. You don't want her to see you like this, and although you know she can take it, you would like to delay that moment as far away as possible.

The devil takes a pen, and slices your chest open to use your warm blood as ink for the last scrabble. And as he finds the right spot to put his name, he pushes the pen deep in your skin, therefore harming you with a permanent scratch on your perfect skin.

Your fist rushes through the air, and seeks for something to hit. As your fingers collide with Felix his cheek, the YouTuber backs off against the wall. The good part of your soul is locked in a place deep within your mind, unable to break free from its prison, and the demon takes place in your mind, telling you what to do.

For a certain moment it feels good, and as your body is played like a puppet on strings, you lean back in the hands of evil. You take a step away from consciousness and let it all happen, as your angle tries everything to get you back on the right path, yet you tell your angle to go away, enjoying this moment of pure darkness knowing that it will not be your last.

Your feet take a step forward, your arms pin Felix against the wall, and your face slowly moves towards his ear, using every tactic you have seen in horror movies. You never thought you could be this badass; therefore you try even less to stop the demon inside you.

'Don't you dare to say that about my girlfriend,' you whisper in Felix his ear. Felix cringes, afraid of his normally so mundane friend. The blonde looks even paler than you, which is near to impossibility. Your voice is ice cold, and your face is emotionless as you put your best friend on his place.

Felix nods, afraid to make any sudden movement which will cause this wild animal to snap. His blue eyes are big, his body is shaking, and his breath is faster than it should be.

'Did I make myself clear?' you ask. You wait for the king of YouTube to answer, and as you push him against the wall harder than before, the king answers with a very silent, almost whispering: 'Yes.'

Your angle has not given up yet, and as he tries one last time to break through to you, you release Felix from your grip, and take a step back. The sword of the angle as struck you and the little demon is exposed, before it disappears somewhere within your mind.

The good part of you is pushed back into reality, and you feel how you gain total control once more. You are glad that it is over, still disappointed that it had to end this quickly. You take another step back, in fear as you see that your hands are still fists.

Reality shoots its bullets at you, unable to dodge them; you are nothing more than a target with thousands of bullets in your chest. As you bleed to your death (not literally) you realise what you have done and look up at your victim.

Felix his cheek is red, almost glowing from the punch it had to endure. His eyes are fixed on you, not letting you go for a second, afraid that you will attack once more. But you won't, because the little demon is hiding somewhere and he was the only thing able to let you become this angry.

You stare at your wrists, as if they are the most interesting thing you have ever come across. You take another step back until the couch floors you, and you fall on the couch. The soft surface hits your skin and you feel tired all of a sudden.

You close your eyes, and the angle protecting you decides it is best to wipe all memories. He not only takes the once he need, but the once you yourself have tried to throw away multiple times. And as your soul is wiped clean, the angle flies off, sharing his concerns with god himself.

Your face is dull, not even a single hint of emotion is allowed to crack your wall of emptiness. You look at Y/N, who has been here the entire time and hasn't said a word. She doesn't seem too frightened; she just seems disgusted about what her boyfriend has become.

Your love takes a step towards you, but you scuffle aside not wanting to harm her in any way possible. You have no ideas how dangerous you can become, so you take some measures. You see how your girlfriend tries to come closer, and you try to have as much space between you as possible.

You shake and shiver over your whole body, which is still trying to progress what happened. You move around, trying to comfort yourself. You continue to shiver, until your body has no more energy to waste and you almost stop moving completely.

You look up into those beautiful e/c eyes of Y/N and you immediately notice her thoughts. It seems like she isn't only disgusted, but also displeased because of the way you have become recently. And you know you are not the perfect boyfriend, but you try to be. Every day she is the reason you get out of bet in the morning. And know she looks at you like you are trash, the even worse part is: you understand her glares.

Your pretty lady stares at her feet, as she has caught herself thinking the same. You feel the pain in your heart, as your most loved one has taken a very tiny step back from you. And that is what hurts most. Not a fist colliding with your face, or a dagger in your chest, but the thought of letting someone down, and not being good enough.

She moves forward, slow and almost without any noise, and yet again you scuffle away from her perfect glare. You see how it breaks her, but she doesn't understand what you have become. She has no idea what you did.

Y/N tries once more, and you react the same way as you have been doing for some minutes now. You want to make clear that she is in danger, and as you scream your fears at her with your eyes, she ignores your glares. You yell your every weakness but she doesn't seem to care about it. Why isn't she listening?! You think, seconds after, you have found the answer: She doesn't want it to be real, she doesn't want to know.

Y/N is almost sitting on the sofa, and you understand that there is nowhere to go anymore, no place to hide from your girlfriend. She will tear everything down just to find you. And you find that touching, very sweet and perfectly understandable, but being fine with it is something else.

As she has almost entered your personal space, you are saved by a knock on the door. You breathe heavily therefore Y/n stops approaching you. You owe the person that knocked on the door. Maybe you'll pay for his drink in the afternoon. But you notice a ladies head staring at you both, and you let your offer pass away.

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hay cornflakes! Did you like the chapter? there is going to be a bit more Jacks point of view because I change it once in a while and it is Jacks turn! And have you seen that beautiful 15 million play button? absolutely love it!

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