I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 6

  Marks pov
Jack nodded his head, still crying. I brought him over to the couch and sat him down next to me. "Sean, when did this all start?" And I politely gestured toward his arms.
He looked down at his arms and rolled up his sleeves, tracing the old and new scars, as if to bring back the horrible memories that causes
his pain. In a hoarse voice, Jack replied. He said it started 6 months ago. That's when my heart dropped. I can't believe I wasn't there for him, I was his best friend and I noticed nothing wrong with him!
"Why did you start?" I saw Jack flinch at those words, and him push back down his sleeve so the scars weren't visible anymore. "I-it's sort of a long story" Jack replied with.
"I've got all the time in the world"
Jacks pov
"Well, it started about 7 months ago. 7 months ago, my girlfriend left me. 7 months ago, she left me for some Japanese douche. 7 months ago, my heart broke into pieces as I heard her voice over the phone, "we're through". 7 months ago, I developed depression, but not as bad as it is now, but, still depression. 7 months ago, I was doing good on YouTube, replying to comments for a bit, then going to bed. 7 months ago, the hate comments rolled in, but not too many though. 7 months ago, the hate comments got worse, and I was up nights on end with the words taunting me. 7 months ago, I spiraled deeper into depression. 6 months ago, I was getting no sleep at all, maybe 5 minutes a night. 6 months ago, hate comments came to life and started torturing me wherever I went, people telling me to kill myself, I'm worthless, I'm fat, and an all round waste of space. 6 months ago, I believed them. 6 months ago I started cutting, feeling that there words were the voices in my head that were begging me to go on, to think that I deserve this pain. 6 months ago I listened to those words, letting them control me, letting them slide the metal across my skin. 6 months ago I stopped eating, I was anorexic. 6 months ago for weeks at a time the most I would have is bread and toast. 6 months ago you would be calling me a anorexic self harming insomniac.
5,4,3,2 the months count down, with each month my depression worsening. With each month holding onto what little left of my sanity there was. With each month, my health and life only got worse and worse and WORSE. With each month, everyone slowly left me, not caring how my health was.....1 month ago, you came along..1 month ago, you've been the one to keep me going. 1 month ago, you haven't been here for that long and you don't realize how much you already mean to me. 1 month ago, I tried to be my best for you, but failed, like I always do...1 month ago you were the only person who cared about me. 1 month ago, my life depended on you....Now, we just have to see what life will throw at us."
By the end of my speech, I was bawling, recalling back all the memories. I looked down, not wanting to see marks face. 'He probably doesn't care about you anymore after your pitiful story, you should feel sorry for yourself' finally I looked up, seeing mark also crying. "Sean, I didn't know it was this bad, oh my god. If only I was there for you-" Mark was rambling on. I cut him off with a slight chuckle. "Mark, none of this is your fault, it's all me and it always will be."
That's when marked leaned in and hugged me. We embraced each other, crying on each other's shoulder. I heard Mark singing a song in my ear, I listened closely. "Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the lost gone found. It's the sound of the mute gone loud. It's the sound of a new start". I fell asleep in Marks arms, to his beautiful words.

AN: AHHHH IM BACK! I finally decided it was about time to write again, so I hope I did good with this chapter for being gone for so long. I'm not sure what my uploading schedule is going to be yet, but I'll figure it out over time, thanks for sticking with me and all the nice comments!