Smiles are Contagious (A JackSepticEye Fanfiction)

Me, Myself, and I

"Pack your stuff. Not too much! I don't want to have to pay the airport more than I need to for all of your shit!" His words stung my ears. Ireland. Why Ireland? What's in Ireland for me? Oh, wait. That's right! Nothing.
   I drag my feet up the stairs and enter my room. I grab generic jeans, my favorite, oversized sweatshirt, my journal, sneakers, phone and charger, and a hair tie. I'm not fancy, popular, pretty, or rich, but I'm me. I've accepted it, but nobody else will. I'm Bridget Black.
  My mother got together with a complete and utter asshole before he staged her death in a car accident. There's no proof it was him, but I know it was. My father died of brain cancer when was small. As of right, now it's just me and my thoughts.
   I threw my things into a small backpack and zipped it up. Just as I was about to lay down, my step-dad walked in. "What are you doing?" He asked as if I broke the law. "About to go to sleep," I said. "Why?" He asked even firmer. "Because I'm tired?" I asked uncertainly. "Did you pack?" "Yes." "Where is it?" I pointed to the bag on the floor. He picked it up and threw it at the wall. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. "I saw you with a boy today! You were smiling!" He screamed. "Oh no!" I said sarcastically," I was happy! What a terrible thing to do!" He struck me across the face. "Don't get smart with me! I can't damage your ugly face or the cops will get on my case tomorrow at the airport! So shut up!" He said firmly. He walked out of the room.
   I have tried so many things to ease the emotional pain. I've been through so many YouTubers I can't even count. This one YouTuber notification keeps coming up, but I ignore it. It's no use. Just before I rest my head on the pillow, I look at my phone. It read: "JackSepticEye has posted a new video!" Sorry Jack, but you probably can't make me smile, even if they are contagious.