Author's Notes : Hi everyone! TamakiCat here with a new Jack's chapter :P! YEAHH! He's definetely… Anxious xD Haha! Anyways, have fun! And comment please :P! :D I had fun writing this one and to see all his mind and will going down abruptly and slowly at the same time… Muahaha!
Disclaimer : I own nothing out of it but the idea to start a fanfiction about those two, the title of the fanfiction, my chapters :D, my writing style AND of course my representation of Jack.
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With No You
Chapter 3. Anxiety
I was shaking. I never had thought I'd see him again. No. He had finally disappeared… And now, there he was, standing before me and asking me if I was leaving. Isn't it obvious? Anyways, I squeezed my luggage's handle a bit more as a pang of sadness and worry hit me right in the heart.
What was I gonna do? He knows my weaknesses… He knows all about me. In fact, he knows more about me than I do! Believe it or not, a character…or some … ''thing'' coming out of my imagination knows more about me than anyone in the world. And that's including me!
''Erm…Yes. Why do you care?'' I asked pretty sharply.''And… how come you're here? I thought you had… that I had eliminat- Well, you get it, don't ya?''
I didn't think on finishing my sentence since I was pretty sure he knew what I was going to say, anyway. He always knew what I was about to do or say… He was like a guidance to me! Jack's conscience! Mostly like Jiminy Cricket to Pinocchio…But, as a mean and tornado one… No, no, no Jack! Don't start thinking about it again. Do not let the emotions get to you! You know he was mean at the end and not always good to ya… Yes, I know.
''Marla's waiting… I'm gonna be late. See you!''
… But why ain't I moving? MOVE! No…Not an inch of me is moving. Guess I'm stuck on place like a fly in a flypaper. I'm glued.
So, I looked straight into Tyler's beautiful eyes as if I wanted to say :''Come and get me! But don't move, I'm afraid and I despise you from all the things you've done.''
And to this, add : ''I don't know what to do and I missed you.''
Yeah, my thoughts are pretty mixed up and fucked up too… But anyways! It was true… I missed him. Even though I said I was fine without him, I was ready to move on, I didn't want to see him again nor let him screw up my life…again! Which was all true, by the way… I still missed him.
I could never really picture myself without Tyler, as sucky as it might sound. And so couldn't he, I guess. Because he was there… always… He always came back.
''But why the fuck?'' did I scream to myself.
I loved him. A lot. He was a brother, a friend, MY best friend, a mentor, a guidance, the person I loved… Yes, I loved, as crazy as it sounds because you gotta admit that loving someone who was born from your imagination and materialized himself just for you to see is pretty twisted. Isn't it crazy? In fact, it's as though I was in love with some, weird , mind-created, and gotten loose part of myself. Yeah, it's crazy…
But I can't help it. He owns me no matter how hard I try… Shouldn't it be the contrary? The creator owning the character? Anyways… I'm fucked up. Everything's just so fucked up. I think I need more of these therapy sessions…Please.
I loosen my grip on the luggage and let it drop onto the floor. It made two loud bangs as it fell straight first, then on its right side. I played a bit with my hands, looking sadly at the ground.
After a few minutes, I decided to face what bore the name of reality and looked straight at Tyler. I did not know what to do anymore… I guseed he'd tell me… I hoped he'd tell me.. He always tells me… Guide me… Please, retain me!
''So… What are you doing here?'' I asked, gulping hard, sweat running down my forehead.
Please, don't make me sick again… Please. Save me, Tyler. From this life of shit.
Set me free.
Take away my anxiety.