No one could get through to him, I knew they couldn't. I tried to tell them talking about it, confronting him, it would only make it worse.

But no one listened to me anymore.

Our friends meant well, but they kept pressuring Jack and trying to get me to talk. I'm surprised they haven't just figured out for themselves that he was clearly off his meds and spiraling out of control. I don't even get why they haven't canceled tour yet.

No, wait. I know why. Even through all this bullshit, Jack still manages to get on stage and play. Matt can't just cancel tour with no explanation, and sharing Jack's issues wasn't a problem.

I heard them all argue with him. Again. I was told to stay out of it. Alex was worried about Jack either getting mad at me or I having another panic attack. I stayed in the kitchen, uselessly fiddling around with a plate of something they were trying to get me to eat. Eventually I got up and threw it away. Right as everything went quiet.

I wasn't hungry, I was never hungry anymore. I could barely feel anything anymore. All of this was making me so numb to the world. Why was I even staying with Jack? I knew I said I would be with him forever, but he's not the same person anymore. This isn't even younger Jack with a few issues. This was a whole new, and insane person I couldn't handle for much longer.

As soon as I thought that, there was a huge epiphany in my head. I couldn't stay. No matter how many times Jack says Alex and I are fucking, he refuses to let me go away. He drags me to bed, he forces me to do sexual favors for him, and if it even seems like I might be trying to go, he freaks out. He's not keeping up with what he's saying. If I threatened to leave, maybe he'll get some help.

The guys came back, looking bummed. I didn't say anything, just stared over at a wall so I didn't have to see their disappointed faces.

“Come on Ember, we shouldn't be here while he's doing this.” Alex said, standing next to the table.
“Go ahead, I don't care anymore.” I shrugged.
“Not you too, come on. Let's just go do something fun, okay?”
“No Lex.” I looked over at him. “I'm not going anywhere. Nothing is 'fun' anymore. I can't just leave and pretend this isn't happening.”
“You're miserable enough, you can't just sit in here.” Zack tried. “Plus, what happens if Jack freaks out at you?”

I only shrugged in response. They don't know half the shit I have to deal with when Jack's upset and we're alone anyway. They tried to get me to leave before I stood and walked to the bunks. No one followed me. I heard Zack try to get Alex to come along, saying something along the lines of 'we can't force her.' I sat on the bed, finding my gaze drift to Jack and I's pictures. I always looked at them now. A first, it was a way to remind me that we were find once, but now I just stare at them with jealousy. Why couldn't it be like that anymore?

My thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door slamming open and Jack stumbling in.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?” He asked, staring at me with crazy eyes.
“I just...want to talk.” I say.
“I've had enough talking. Go find everyone else and just leave me alone.” He went to walk away and I got up. Finding all the bit of strength left in me, I finally put my foot down.
“No, we're going to talk and you're gonna listen to me.” Jack turned and looked at me. “Our idiot friends still don't realize your off your medication and I think it's about tiem they did. I don't care if tour gets canceled. I don't care if we have to tell the fans. You're sick, and you need help or you're going to end up killing yourself! Look at you, your fucking snorting up drugs in the bathroom, drinking all day and night, and you're hurting the people who care about you.”
“The people who care about me?” Jack repeated and walked over. “No one fucking cares about me.”

He slapped me across the face, whipping my head to the side. I didn't even have time to recover when jack yanked my hair, pulling me closer as he punched my gut. I gasped out, Jack only made a growling noise and threw me onto the ground from his hold on my hair.

“No one here fucking cares.” He sent a kick to my stomach, making me curl up. “You all act like I'm some fuck up, well I'm not the only one. You all fucking are.” He stomped down on my leg, and I screamed. “Alex and you fucking each other like I don't know. Zack spreading secrets about me.” He growled and kicked me again, forcing me onto my back before putting it on my chest, slowly adding pressure. “You all only want me on those pills so I can't see through anything. My brain is not for you to cloud up, I can do that myself. I don't want to hear you ever fucking say you or anyone else on this hell hole of bus cares.”

He lifted his foot and went to walk away from me. It hurt, everything hurt. I was down to my last option. Slowly, but surely, I managed to pick myself up. Barely standing straight, I glared at the back of Jack's head and spoke quietly.

“I'm leaving you.” Jack stopped and stood still for a moment.
“What?”
“I'm leaving!” I yelled, killing my hurt ribs in the process but that got his attention. Jack looked at me.
“You're leaving?” I nodded, clutching onto my torso with one arm. Jack's face contorted into a pure look of hate. “You can't just fucking leave.”
“Yes I can, its clear that you don't love me anymore. Why should I stay?”

Jack came up to me and his hands found their way to my throat. Slamming me against the nearest wall, Jack's hold tightened and I clawed at his hand, fighting for air.

“You can't leave. You promised you would never leave me.” He seethed out. “I always knew you were nothing but a liar and bitch. You and your fucking empty promises. You talked to Zack, didn't you? I know you did. I can tell.” His grip tightened, and I was fighting to take in even a small breath, my legs were kicking uselessly as Jack lifted me up to his eye level. “There's only one fucking way you're leaving me, and I don't think you'll like it.”

He squeezed my throat as much as he could, I was starting to feel light headed. My legs were giving out and my hands weakly pulled at his. I tried pleading with him, but hardly any sound came out. Through teary eyes, all I could really do was stare into his dark and cold ones. The edges of my vision were fading as I fought to stay awake.

Suddenly, I heard the door opening and voices.

“Jack? Oh shit, Jack stop! You're killing her.” Someone yelled. I felt Jack's hands ripped away from me. I fell forward until someone caught me. Touching my face, moving my hair out of the way and cupping my cheek I heard one more voice. “Ember? Please, stay with me. Ember please.”

Then all went black. Dark eyes still implanted in my mind.

Notes

Holy carpfish. We have gotten to the turning point guys