Who am I? (A Jacksepticeye fanfiction)

Lucy Devon is a normal college student until she meets Jack. As the two get to know each other, Jack begins to change. Lucy starts to see the dark side of him, and when hundreds of lives hang in the balance, it's up to Lucy to end it all.

*FYI Jacksepticeye is not a YouTuber in this story. Also he has green hair even though he is only 21.*

Cover art by Lightning


10. Chapter 10


~~Lucy's POV

After the confrontation with Anti once again, I ran home to my apartment as fast as my legs could carry me. Once there, I slammed the heavy oak door shut behind me and leaned against it, my pale, lifeless face in my hands. I stayed there for what felt like an eternity, staring at my white pristine home while my thoughts ate me alive. I was lost. I tried so hard to help Jack, to tear him away from Anti, but it all just backfired. He just laughed at me. Like I was a child.
Suddenly, a feeling of rage crept it's way into my brain, and I kicked the wall next to me. I kicked it so hard that it left a large dent in it and sent a sharp pain through my foot. Why is this happening to me? Why me? I questioned myself. I looked longingly at the damaged wall in front of me, took a deep breath in and exhaled, trying to calm myself. I had so many questions, but not enough answers. However, I did know one thing: Anti will wish he was never born. I'm going to save Jack.
Whatever it takes.

Jack's POV

The last thing I remembered was seeing those bastards bullying Lucy again. I just know that I felt angry and, and... It must have happened again. I was standing in the streets near my apartment, staring at the rows upon rows of grey buildings ahead of me. It was then that I came to the conclusion. The conclusion to leave the country. Leave for good. I can't stay here if Lucy is in danger. In danger of me. I had been from country to country, continent to continent, trying to get this thing out of my head. It's not worked. If anything, it's just made him more excited. But I have never met anyone like Lucy. She doesn't care about Anti. She might actually care about me. Not Anti, me. But if I can't control him, then he may... He may... I shook my head, refusing to think about the tormenting things he could do to her. I straightened my back, ran my fingers through my hair, and headed to my apartment. I have some packing to do.

A few hours later

Once I got home, I looked on the Internet for the earliest flights to France. I don't care where I'm going, as long as it's far from Lucy. There's a flight at 6:00. It's 2:00 now. Luckily, there were a few seats left on the plane, so I booked the flight. I packed up my clothes and all my other belongings. I'm not going to tell Lucy, if I do she may come after me, and I can't have that. I can't have her stopping me, Anti could come out. So I just took my suitcase and headed for the door.

Lucy's POV

After examining my bruised foot, I decided to find Jack. I left my apartment and headed for Jack's home. If it takes asking every single person in America to find where he lives, then so be it. I arrived at 6th street, and saw a tall, grey apartment building ahead of me, may as well try there first, I thought. I entered the building and saw someone standing in the lobby. A large woman with short, light brown hair that ended at her shoulders, thin pale lips and deep brown eyes.
"Excuse me? Do you know if a person called Sean lives here? Green hair? Blue eyes?" I asked the woman.
"Um, yes. Apartment 16B." Her voice was very high pitched, which I did not expect.
"Do you know if he's in?" I didn't want to waste my time if he wasn't even in his apartment.
"He just left. He was carrying a suitcase, must be going to the airport or somethin'."
"The airport?" I said astounded. Why would he be going to the airport? Is he leaving? No, he wouldn't do that. Would he? "Are you sure?" I asked her.
"Definitely seemed like it." She responded.
"O-ok." I ran out of the building, not bothering to thank the woman. It was pouring down with rain, but I didn't care. I called a taxi and asked for the airport. Would Jack really leave without telling me? I stared out of the window, fogged up due the rain. Jack is not leaving, that I am sure of.

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