The Men Who Kept Me Living || JackSepticEye Markipkier

I Was Ready To Die

Corsica's POV
(Sean - JackSepticEye)
(Mark - Markiplier)
(Obi - Obinwachukwu)

"CORSICA!!!" I hear a female voice shout. I turn around a little and see Obi running over. "they care, Corsica. They care" they says as she hits the fence. "no, no they dont," I respond and walk over to the fence. "I am just another face in their millions. Another view. Another subscriber. Just another fan girl," I say.

She shakes her head. "no. They care about each and every fan. Each and every girl, view, subscriber. Every one." she says and I can see the fear in her eyes. I shake my head no and turn around and sit on the edge. "just think of the pain I wouldn't be in if I jumped." I say and turn my head to face her. "this would all be over. They would lose one fan, one subscriber, one view. Nothing else," I look back down into the darkness.

"that's not true," I hear a male voice say. I stand up and turn around. I see a little bit of red and I squint my eyes. The man appears from the shadows and the red becomes clear. It was red hair. My eyes widen as I realize Mark was standing there. "you are more than that to me, Corsica," he says and approaches the fence. I shake my head. "you didn't know me until now," I say sharply at him. "oh yeah? I read the comments. I see you telling me you love me all the time. How much I mean to you. That is why I do YouTube. You are the last girl in there who says that without it being sexual." he says with a small chuckle at the end. "without you, I would have less of a reason to do YouTube. It is people like you, who suffer from depression, that I want to watch me. I want to be able to make you smile," I feel more tears starting to form. "without you there, I would be a little less motivated," he finishes.

I look into his eyes. "without me, there is less of you?" I ask him. He nods a little. I turn around and face the edge of the cliff. "I'm sorry, Mark," I whisper and slowly step towards the edge. I am on the edge and I feel strong hands on my waist struggling to pull me back.

Next part is probably going to be the end.