After the famous Youtuber Markiplier dies (or so it seemed), a strange box of letters are discovered. These letters are from all of Jack's friends, mostly from Mark. They are addressed to Jack. In the letters, secrets are discovered, causing questio...
My throat constricts as I try not to cry. God, it seems I have been doing nothing but crying all day. Was it even still day or was it night? I couldn't tell because there were no windows in this room.
A sobbing sound echoes around the room, followed by someone calling my name multiple times. It was muffled, very muffled, so I couldn't tell who's voice it was, all I knew was that they're calling my name.
I set Wade's letter down on top of the others that I have already read. More voices started drowning the other voice out. I frown, trying to understand what the other voices were saying. The only word I heard from those voices were "stopped." What stopped? I was confused, willing the voices to stop being muffled.
I moan as a sudden pain reaches my head. Suddenly, a terrible pain explodes throughout my entire body, causing my vision to flicker. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe by the second. I was scared. What was going on with me?
"Some...one... He..lp... M..e" I muster out before my entire vision fades.
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I don't know how long I was out, but it felt like ages. I groan, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. The box holding the remaining letters was still on my bed but my phone was gone as well as the voices and the pain.
Damn. You'restillalive? It was the voice from earlier. I roll my eyes, ignoring it. Quietarewe? Good.
I continue to ignore the voice's negativity, trying to convince me to give up this battle. I wasn't going to give up, not now, not ever.
Eventually the voice must've grew bored with me not talking because it just fell silent. I sigh in a small victory before reaching in the box. My breath hitches as I read the first two lines.
