Jack's Suicide

by Negitive Zero

Yeah he's gonna kill himself.... maybe. Review and tell me if you want him to do it or not. Will be split into two chapters. The poll that this story was, was closed immediately after 12:00 AM EST The day it was was written.

2. And Ended With Someone Who Cut The Rope

AN: Special thanks to: Fuzzy-Bunnies-XD, Obssessed4Life, Vannessa Hillstead, Hybrid-Sunshine, Lilvior. Thanks to the decision/opinion of the reviewers Jack won't die. The chapter won't be very long.

Recommended songs: Overburdened by Disturbed, With This Knife by Smile Empty Soul, and Bother by Stone Sour.

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He grabbed a knife

He taped the suicide note to the desk, his signature written in blood. The many blueprints slowly burning in a metal trash can, the makeup and markings on his face wiped off, his goggles broken and burning with the rest of his past mistakes. 'Why am I evil?' he played the thoughts over, and over in his mind never finding the answer in it's labyrinth of answers and information, that now had no part in his new thoughts and questions.

He grabbed a rope

Slashing his wrists would have been too painful, he wanted his end to be painless. He feared pain and in his mind he knew he was scared of it. 'You shouldn't do this! There's still hope for you!' his inner child called to him, but it's continuous screams fell on deaf ears as he began to make the noose that would end his life. 'Why am I evil?' he asked himself again, but still no proper answer came. He ran the events of his life in his mind, trying to find where he made that life-changing turn, but again found nothing.

The rope was tied to a pipe

He stood in a chair, and slipped the rope over his neck. He was ready to knock over the chair and die, he couldn't be stopped now. Only by himself could he be stopped. 'Why am I evil?' he looked for the answer for a final time, in hopes of finding an answer it came to him. He wasn't. Evil for him was a security blanket, he held onto it for so long that it became a suit of armor that was so easily penetrated that anyone who saw him could see right through it. He wanted to get off the chair, but couldn't something kept him there. He felt someone was there, though he couldn't see them, it kept him on the chair. Then knocked it over. He struggled as he choked to death; and he began to feel dizzy, the edges of his sight becoming black. When he felt the end, felt he was going to die, something or someone cut the rope. No one was there, he was alone. He threw the note onto the still burning fire and left the place in hopes to never return.