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

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6. Chapter 6

 

~~Jack's POV

What did he do to her? I leaned against the metal door to the basement. It was silent. He's a monster! No, I can't blame this on him, it's my fault just as much as his. I need to leave. I can't be around Lucy if I'm just going to hurt her. All of this because I was worried that I would hurt Lucy, and look what happened. I became angry at myself and since Lucy was in my mind, that must have been why I went for her. I have to help Lucy, but I'll just end up hurting her even more. I opened the door slowly and peered through. She was unconscious. I took this opportunity to untie her from the chair. All of the cuts on her arms and legs made me sick. I carried her in my arms and stared at her face. Even covered in blood, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I rushed out of the basement and made my way to the lobby. "Help!" I yelled. "Someone call an ambulance!" The 5 or so people in the lobby all looked in astonishment at Lucy's limp body. They were frozen still. "Please!" That got there attention again, and one woman with red wavy hair and bright blue eyes pulled a phone from her pocket and called for an ambulance. Please, Lucy, please be ok. I'm so sorry.

Lucy's POV

I woke up to a strange beeping sound beside me. I struggled to open my eyes fully, but when I did, I found myself in a pure white room. I looked around, and saw that I was on a clean single bed wearing a light blue gown. Only then did it click. I was in a hospital. The strange beeping was coming from a life support machine. I started to panic. The images of Jack, or should I say Anti, popped into my head. The memory of the insane smile of his face made me shake. The thought of him slashing me with his knife made me cower in fear.
He was psychotic.
A woman with straight black hair and deep brown eyes came into the room. Probably a nurse. She saw how I was shaking, and came steadily over to my bed.
"It's ok, dear, everything is ok." She cooed reassuringly. She had a high pitched voice. I can imagine it becoming quite annoying. I took a few deep breaths and slowly started to calm down. "I was just checking to see if you wanted anything. Some water perhaps?"
"No, no thank you." I replied. My voice was slightly quivering.
"Well, if you need anything just ask! Also, you have a visitor." A visitor?
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"A woman by the name of Anna Devon."
Oh god. Oh god no. Why, after all this time, has my mom come to see me? It's not like she cares about me or anything. I was shocked, and I think I may have showed it a bit to clearly on my face.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" Asked the nurse.
"Ye-yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." I was far from it. I had so many emotions. Happiness, anger, frustration, confusion. I couldn't understand. Just then, she strutted into the room. My mom had bleached dyed blond hair and so much makeup on she was basically wearing an entire shops worth. She came over to my bed looking like she owned the world, not giving a damn about me. 
"I'll leave you two alone." And with that the nurse left.
"I'm only here because my therapist told me to come. So let's make this quick." My mom scoffed. I couldn't believe my ears. When I was little my mom was such a caring person, she always looked out for me. A lot has changed in the last few years. She started drinking even before my dad died, and that's when she became bitter. She never talked to me, and when she did, it was only to say that I looked ugly or to say how much she hated me. I didn't know what to say. So I just said "How are you?"
"Better then you. Ugh, all those cuts on you prove how much of a disappointment you are. Like, seriously, sort yourself out." She sounded like a 16 year old girl. I can't believe her. I just stared at my injuries in disbelief. She doesn't care about me at all. I wish she never came.
"Bye." That's all she said before she left the room and slammed the door shut. I was left sat in a hospital bed, with no one who cared about me. The only person I thought was my friend put me here. Why? Why does this have to happen to me? There was nothing more for me to do but cry my loneliness away.
So I did.

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