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Warning: Mild cursing and trigger warning. Read at your own risk.
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Jack carries me out the door. He walks over to a car parked by the entrance. He pulls open the back door with one hand, setting me gently inside. He motions for me to scoot over and I do, sliding over to the middle. Jack hops in and shuts the door, bucking his seat belt. I do the same.

          "Hey Jack," Mark greets.

          "Hey Mark. Sorry about this," Jack replies regretfully. "And thanks for the ride."

          "Don't worry about it, anything for a friend." Mark says back.

          I should be freaking out a bit. Be in shock or something, but I'm not fully recovered from the attack I had in the hospital a minute ago. So I stay quiet, feeling the attack dawning on me, but feeling fine at the same time. One is coming, but I don't know when it will happen.

          I think Jack knows I'm fragile right now.  Because he says my name so softly, so carefully. Like I would break if he spoke too loud or rough. Maybe I would.

          "Cecelia." He says, trying to get my attention. I look over at him. "You ok?" He asks, still quiet and soft. I think about it. Am I ok? No. But I'm not not ok either. I just shrug and nod lightly at him.

Jack just gives me a sad look. He then turns towards Mark and starts chatting with him. I'm just so tired. I don't want to have another attack. I just want to sleep. I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder. I drift off to sleep eventually.

><Time Skip to Jack's House><
"Cecelia, come on," I hear a voice say eagerly. "Wake uuuup," the voice whines at me.

I open my eyes slowly, my head a bit groggy and limbs a bit stiff. I yawn and then stretch my arms. "Ceceliaaaa," Jack whines again, impatiently. "Hurry up. I wanna show you around and play some games."

I laugh a bit at how impatient he is. I reach to unbuckle myself and realize that I already am. I look over at Jack. He gives me a slightly bashful smirk. "Come onnnn," he says yet again, tugging my arm gently. I stumble out of the car.

          Jack shouts, "Thanks for the ride, Mark. Bye!!" I get a sleepy smile on my face from his silly antics.

"Bye, Jack!" Mark shouts back at Jack.

Jack waves to Mark for a moment as he drives away before he goes back to leading me to his apartment.

"Welcome to the Septiceye apartment!!" He screams as he opens the door and ushers me in. I flinch back from his loud tone, waking up a bit.

He gives me a slightly apologetic look. Then he pulls me inside, hurting my arm a bit, but I don't mind. I'm having fun.

          "I'm gonna give you a quick tour. Then we'll play games together!" He proclaims loudly, a happy look on his face. He sees my slightly shocked look and hurriedly fixes his mistake. "I mean if you want to, that is."

          I giggle silently and shake my head at him. "It's fine, I don't mind," I tell him.

          He gives me a goofy, grateful smile. "Well, let's get going then!" He says, practically dragging me around his house.

          "The living room area is over there," he says, pointing towards it. "There's a balcony there also." He moves me through a door, revealing a kitchen and some stairs to our left. "That's the kitchen," he states.

          I give him a look saying 'No dur, Captain Obvious'.

          He doesn't notice and continues with the tour, dragging me up the stairs. There are 4 doors. He points to the first one on the left. "That'll be your room. The bathroom is right next to it." He shifts his finger so he's pointing at the second door on the left.

          I'm kinda dying inside at how rushed he's making this. I'm finding it hilarious.

          "My room is the first on the right. My recording room is the second," he says dragging me over to it and opening the door.

          I stop and admire it. I never thought I'd see his recording room in real life. It's all so surreal.

          Jack drags me -again- over to his computer, sitting me down in his chair. It's comfy, by the way. I'm freaking out a little inside.

          I'm in Jacksepticeye's apartment. I'm in his recording room, sitting in his chair. And I'll be staying here for a while. Oh boy. 'Don't freak out, Cecelia,' I tell myself, trying to calm down.

          I look over at Jack and ask "what game do you wanna play?" Jack pauses, deep in thought. Thinking of all the possibilities.

          "How about Rocket League?!" He says, his face lighting up at the thought.

          "Um... Jack. We sorta need two computers to play. And we only have one," I say hesitantly, a little bit afraid.

          "You're right," Jack says pouting, trying to think of a different game we could play.

"Maybe we could play Google feud?" I ask.

Jack looks over at me, thinking. "Yeah, let's do that!" He says excitedly.

          He goes to the website and I realize that he's stuck standing. "Don't you have another chair?" I ask.

          He looks down at me. "No, I don't. Why do you ask?"

          I look down at my lap, feeling my cheeks get a bit hot. "It doesn't feel right," I tell him shyly. "For me to take your chair and make you stand..." I say trailing off at the end, doubting myself. "Maybe... Maybe we could sit on the chair together?" I finish quietly. So quietly, that I'm not sure if he heard it or not. My cheeks feel like they're on fire now.

          Jack doesn't respond for a while.

          'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' my head tells me. 'You should have kept your mouth shut!'

          I peek up at Jack through my eyelashes, tilting my head a bit so it falls in front of my face.

          Jack's face is a big red, too. His mouth is open, like he's about to say something, but nothing's coming out. I think he's shocked.

          "Err," he starts of stuttering. "Are you sure? I'm fine with standing, you know," he says, his face turning redder.

          I quietly nod my head the tiniest bit.

          I see Jack swallow, like he's preparing himself for something. "Okay," he says like he's trying to reassure someone. "Get up for a moment then," he tells me unsurely.

          I get up and stand to the side for a second. Jack sits down and pays his lap, looking away from me. His face is really red now.

          'He's really cute when he's blushing,' I start to think. 'No! Stop that! What are you thinking?!' I yell at myself.

          I gently step over and perch myself on his legs. My face heats up even more, if that's possible.

          Jack nudges the chair forward a bit with his legs. I adjust myself so in sitting sideways across his legs, letting him get closer to his desk.

          I feel unsteady so I wrap an arm around his neck. A trembling arm.

          We sit in silence for a moment before Jack clears his throat. "Wanna start playing?" He asks a bit roughly. I simply nod my head to answer his question.

          "Alright then," he says, bringing his arms up and finishing up going to the website. "What category do you want to do first?" He asks me, his head a few inches in front of mine.

          His cheek right in front of me. His arms practically wrapped around me, caging me in. But I don't feel scared, I feel safe. Protected. Comfortable. Like I could stay here forever.

          I turn my head to the left and look at the screen, seeing my options. "How about... Culture," I say.

          "Okay," he says, "culture it is."

          "Public schools are...." I mutter under my breath thinking. I feel a shudder pass through me at the thought of school. I always hated school. (Let's pretend that Jack didn't get this question when he played, ok?)

          Jack types in 'free'. Wrong. Jack gapes slightly at the screen. He types in 'a waste of time'. Also wrong. He goes to type in something else but I stop him.

          "Wait," I tell him. "Try evil."

          "Evil?" He asks. "Ok." He types in 'evil'. It was the 4th answer.

          "Yes!" I say, throwing my arms up and doing a little dance. I hear Jack laugh at me. "What?" I ask him, bringing my arms down. "I got one on my first try. You didn't with two. And you've played this before."

          Jack just smiles at me. Then he turns his attention back to the game. He types in 'full of douchebags'. It was wrong.

          Jack scans over the answers, muttering them under his breath. "Better then private schools, better, bad, so random, failing, prisons." I laugh at him.

          He glances over at me. "Come on Jack, that was only the first question. We'll get better," I tell him.

          He nods at me. "Let's keep playing," he says.

               >.< Time Skip Few Hours Later>.<
"What!? How does that make any sense? Who wants to know if duct tape is safe for hermit crabs?!" Jack screams at the screen. I just laugh at him.

Jack clicks on a category for the next question. 'How old do I have to be to work at...'

Jack types in 'Starbucks'. Wrong. I giggle at him. He sits and waits for my guess. "Umm... McDonalds," I say. Jack types it in. Wrong. "Dang it!" I yell at the screen. It's Jack's turn to laugh at me now.

He thinks. "Where do people wanna work..." He mutters trailing off. He types in 'Walmart'. It's the #2 answer. "Yes!" He yells, celebrating. He waits for me to tell him a suggestion. "Umm... Dairy Queen?" I ask. Jack types it in. Wrong.

"No! Who doesn't want to work at Dairy Queen?!" I fume at the game. Jack looks at the answers.

"No!!" He screeches out. "We're so stupid!" I look over to see what he's talking about. "We missed GameStop!!!" He wails.

"How could we miss GameStop?!" He asks me. "It's so obvious!"

I just shake my head. Jack fumes quietly at the game, shutting it off.

My stomach rumbles. Jack turns to look at me. "Hungry?" He asks, a smirk creeping up on his face as a blush creeps into mine. I nod shyly. "Let's go get food, then," he says, trying to hold back a laugh.

He moves an arm behind my back, the other beneath my knees. He stands up, wobbling a bit but quickly regains his valence. I adjust my arm around his neck, moving it into a more comfortable position.

          Jack starts to walk, purposefully clomping down the stairs, making me smile. He walks into the sitting room and sets me carefully on the couch. "Want mac n cheese?" He asks.

          "Sure," I reply. "Want any help?"

          "You think I can't make Mac n cheese on my own?!" He says dramatically, holding his hand to his heart like he's been shot. "I'm shocked!" I giggle at his goofy antics.

          "Just wait here. It'll be done in a few minutes," he says, a laugh on the edge of his voice.

               >.< Time Skip to when the Mac n Cheese is done >.<
          I see Jack walk back into the room, two bowls in his arms. He sits next to me and hands me a bowl. "Thanks," I say, starting to lift the first bite to my mouth.

          "No problem," he replies muffled. I look over and see that he's already eating, quickly shoving spoonfuls in his mouth. I have to put the spoon back in my bowl to laugh at him, a smile lighting up my face.

          He stops for a second and looks over at me, making me laugh more. "You've got something..." I say, gesturing to his whole face, "there."

          Jack just sets aside his bowl and goes into the kitchen, returning with a paper towel. He wipes off his face and sits down, continuing to eat like nothing happened. I shake my head at him and start to eat. Pausing, at how delicious it is.

    I end up eating it almost as quickly as him. The food too good to savor. When we finish we look at each other and laugh. Jack wipes his face with the paper towel from earlier. He pulls a different one from his pocket and gently wipes the Mac n cheese from my face.

My cheeks heat up - for the thousandth time today - at how close he is. Jack finishes and sets down the paper towel. We end up just looking each other's eyes. Drifting closer ever-so-slowly. Our lips just centimeters apart. My eyes drift shut.

"Jack?" We hear a voice say shrilly. "Who is that girl?! And what do you think you're doing with her?!"

Jack jerks away from me, turning around to look at the person who just entered. I open my and and look at her too. Blue eyes, blonde hair, winged eyeliner, perfect hair... Beautiful, basically.

"Signe, wait. Let me explain," Jack says.

"Let you explain what, Jack? How you're making out with some girl the moment I'm gone? If you didn't want to be around me anymore, you could just say so," she tells him harshly.

"It wasn't like that, Signe, I promise. I love you, okay? Not her," he says, gesturing to me offhandedly. Like he doesn't care. I feel tears start to well up in my eyes.

I feel Jack get off the couch. Probably to his girlfriend. I glance up, see him crouched on the floor with her. Her in his arms, face buried in his neck, tears streaming from her face.

And I hear one thing, one sentence, that makes my heart crack.

"I thought I could trust you, Jack." Signe says emotionlessly.

"You can," Jack says desperately, clutching her tighter to him. "You can trust me with anything. You know that. That girl, she's nothing, Signe. I promise. Just don't go. Don't leave me alone."

Hearing Jack's rant, widens the crack so much that it breaks, a piece drifting off from the rest.

I get up, and head towards the door, stumbling. Tears blur my vision, but I can't stay here any longer. I can't just sit there while Jack hold her and tells her about how I'm nothing to him. I just can't.

I grab the railing of the stairs, pulling myself up. One hand over my mouth to quell the sobs coming from my throat. I make it the top. Not remembering which room was mine. I fall towards the left, so I open the first door on that side.

Theres a bed. It looks unused. There's only two bedrooms, I remember. So that means he sleeps with her. I exit the room, heading for the second one on the left. I pull open the door. A bathroom. Perfect.

I stumble inside and shut the door, flipping the lock. I rummage through the drawers, looking for what I need. I finally find it. I grasp it in my hand, holding it up to the light, which glints off it. My friend. The one I can always count on, no matter what.

I set it down and pull the sweatshirt off, setting it to the side. I grab a towel hanging from a rack on the wall. It's a dark blue, the darkest color they had. I grab the edge of my bandage on my left arm. And I slowly peel it off. I do the same with the bandage on my other arm.

I look at my arms, at the bruises and cuts on them. And I feel disgusted. 'Ugly. So, so ugly. How can you live with yourself?' My subconscious says. 'You almost kissed someone's boyfriend. You're a tramp. A whore. Go find someone else to kiss, b*tch,' My subconscious sneers.

'Go ahead. Do it. Show him how screwed up you really are. Come on, I double dog dare you.' It won't shut up. It never shuts up. "Shut up!!" I scream, holding my hands to my ears. 'Make me. You know you can,' It says teasingly.

I grab the razor blade. Hold it to my wrist, and slowly drag it across. I wince at the initial pain, but sigh as the endorphins. I feel the emotions go away. Me, I don't see why cutting is so bad.

Most people take hot showers to wash away bad days. I take a razor blade to my wrist. They have steaming, clear water running down them. I have hot, red blood dripping off me. It's not so different, if you think about it.

Same end result. This way is cheaper, though. Don't have to constantly pay for hot water. Only have to pay a few bucks for a blade.

I stare, entranced, at the blood running down my arms, dripping off my fingertips. A lopsided smile on my face. I hear footsteps in the hall, a knock at the door. I snap back into focus.

"Cecelia, is everything ok in there?" Jack's asks.

"Yeah. Everything's fine," I call back, hurriedly few wrapping the bandages around my arms. To cover my new cuts. Six on each arm, to be exact.

"Okay. Well, I want to talk to you in the morning, ok?" He asks through the door.

"Yeah, sure," I reply shakily. "What about?"

He pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking about what he wants to say next.

I stare horrified at the towel, at the blood staining it, sitting in a not-so-tiny pool in it. My heart racing. I reach over and grab the sweatshirt, pulling it over my head.

"Are you sure you're ok? You sound... Different," he says. I can almost see the worried frown on his face.

"I'm fine, Jack. Really. I'm just tired is all," I say, hurriedly hiding the towel. Folding it and putting it somewhere where it wouldn't be too messy. I'll clean it up tomorrow.

"Alright. If you're sure..." He says trailing off.

"I am," I reply, adjusting the sweatshirt. Fidgeting with the sleeves.

"Okay, then. Goodnight," he calls out.

"Night, Jack." I hear his footsteps leaving, getting quieter. I hear there gentle sound of his footsteps going down the stairs. I open the door and rush to my room, practically slamming the door behind me. I walk over to the bed and fall on it (purposefully). I snuggle up to the pillows and pass out almost immediately.

Thoughts of a certain blonde haired, blue eyed girl invading my head.
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          Sorry this is so late. I had internet issues, so I couldn't update. It's all fixed now, though.
         I hope the length (3106 words) makes up for it. I have something planned for 500 reads *squeals* I'll post it in an A/N so this one isn't TOO long.
          Also, I have nothing against Signe. She's a beautiful person and is great at drawing. Also she puts up with Jack and his goofiness. (Just kidding. Mostly)
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