Jacksepticeye One Shots

I Don't Want To Be Alone

Description: Chase just can't take it anymore so he drinks. Drinks until his mind his hazy and the pain in his chest is nothing but a distant memory.

TW: Abuse, Chase has an alcohol problem and attempted suicide.

"For fuck's sake, Chase! Do something right for once, will you?" Chase used his arms to block his face and ducked as Stacy violently threw a plate across the room.

He was trying his best not to cry as he choked out, "I'm sorry. I-"

"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it. Sorry doesn't wash these dishes."

"I know, I just-"

"Shut up. You're such a pathetic waste of space." She then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Chase a trembling mess in the corner. The plate was on the ground, shattered into about a million pieces. His hands were shaking so much that they were almost blurred as he cleaned up the glass and proceeded to slowly wash up the dishes. He did it all in a daze,  too empty to actually think about how wrongly Stacy had acted. He had long since gotten used to the screaming and pain. So much so that he had  begun to believe he deserved every hit and every rude word.

Half way through washing up, Stacy returned to the room and wrapped her arms around Chase's neck. "Thank you. I'm sorry I shouted." She even went as  far as to plant a kiss on the back of Chase's neck to show her gratitude. "If you had just done it when I-"

"I know. It's m-my fault you got angry."

"It won't happen again if you just-"

"I know."

"I love you, Chase."

Chase let out a sigh and turned to face Stacy who was staring at him with sympathetic eyes. "I love you too, Stacy." Even after everything she had  done to him, he meant it. He just hoped that Stacy felt the same. She did love him, didn't she? She always made sure to tell him after doing something terrible.

-

Chase grabbed some of his hair with his fists, scrunching his eyes shut as tightly as possible as he let out a loud sob. His entire body was aching because he never slept anymore. He felt weak because he barely ate anymore. He felt nothing but negativity because he was alone.

Stacy was just in the living room, watching a movie but he was alone.

Marvin and the rest of the egos were just a phone call away but he was alone.

Heck, even Wilford and the rest of Mark's egos could be easily reached through the internet but he was alone.

He pulled his knees to his chest and began to rock back and forth, wishing he could go back to being a kid again.

"Chase?" Stacy yelled before pushing open the door to the bedroom. Upon seeing Chase's depressed state, she let out a long huff. "Man up a little." Then she was gone and Chase just wished he hadn't been left alone. Maybe if she had stayed and held him like a good girlfriend would have, he wouldn't have felt the need to drink the pain away.

-

He hadn't been thinking about just how much alcohol he was consuming. He had picked up one bottle and collapsed onto his bed, drinking so quickly that it was a miracle he hadn't choked. It didn't take long for him to pick up a second, drinking that at a similar speed. He held some pills  in the hand that wasn't holding the bottle and swallowed a few at once. They went down easily with the drink. His hands were shaking so much but that could either have been because of his intoxicated form or because of the dull pain in his chest. He needed to escape. His mind was fuzzy as he swallowed more pills. He had already gone over the recommended dose but still he continued to consume them.

The more he drank, the more the pain in his chest fizzled away.

The bottle of alcohol dropped out of Chase's grip and fell to the ground, smashing into pieces. Simultaneously, the empty tub of pills fell to the  floor. The man was very intoxicated so was finding it very hard to balance as his hands gripped tightly onto his desk but that may also have been down to the fact that he had just overdosed on pills. He soon blacked out, his final wishes that no one would miss him and their lives would continue like normal.

It wasn't like anyone cared about him anyway. Maybe he was kidding himself when he thought someone would care  about him dying. It was more likely that no one would notice he was gone.

Just so you know, there is a part 2!