The day Jack had been dreading was here. He didn't want to think about it anymore, but he had to go. The service was open to everybody, but his family members and closest friends sat up front. Everyone was supposed to wear red, or a Markiplier t-shirt. Jaycee decided to go with Jack, to make sure he was okay.
"Hey," She said, before they got into her car.
"Yeah," Jack said.
"It's going to be okay," She said, hugging him.
"Alright," He replied, getting into the car.
~Time Skip~
Jack and Jaycee walked into the funeral home to see about a million people all there for the service. The thought that all these people were here for Mark hurt Jack, almost as much as the fact he was gone. Jaycee noticed and squeezed his hand. They exchanged a small smile, and walked up to the front.
Jack, Felix, and Ken were in charge of Mark's funeral. They decided it would be a closed casket, but just knowing that his lifeless body was just inside a box made Jack fairly upset.
"I love you too, Jack. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry,"
Jack and Felix were supposed to give a speech. Felix had prepared some cards, but Jack didn't. He decided to talk from his heart, and the note Mark gave him.
Jack and Jay took a spot next to Felix and Ken. They all looked at each other, and the service started. About thirty minutes later, after Felix spoke, it was Jack's turn.
"Hey, guys," Jack said, with a tear rolling down his cheek. "Um...Mark was my best friend. I know all of you guys loved him. It's a shame some of you didn't get to meet him. He was the nicest man you would have ever met." He took a breath and looked at everyone there. "I...I..um, want to read something from him. A...a suicide note... Ok. Here goes," He stopped as he took a note out of his pocket.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to do this to you," Jack said, reciting the letter. "To you, Felix, Ken, Amy, my fans, all of you. I want you to know it's not your fault. It's no one's. If you're wondering why I had to, it's always been a lingering thought in my mind. I always felt like this. In the back of my mind, I felt like I had to. I've never known why.It's just always been there. Recently, I've felt like this more than ever. Again, I have no idea why. I feel the only way to get past this, is to do it,"
He started to cry. He knew he had to wrap it up. "I guess, what I'm trying to say, by reading this is, it's not your fault," He said, walking off stage, crying.
But, he didn't sit down. He ran down the middle aisle, out of the funeral home.
"Jack!" Jaycee cried, running after him.
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Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
