Forget about me. ~[Septiplier suicide]

Tonight.

Mark spent the majority of that day walking around the area he lived, watching the world go by, thinking about how it will soon contain one less life. Again, he smiled to himself, freedom on his mind.

~Mark ran home~

Mark tossed his phone inside the house, no longer caring about anything. He ripped off his hoodie and white shirt and went to his room. The blood stain from the night before was now a dark, crusty puddle. He maneuvered his way through broken glass to pick up a pencil from the ground. He took out a notebook; one with graph paper because that was his favorite. Tears began to fall from his eyes again as he scribbled down what he wants people to know and explaining why they'll find him in the state that they will. He folded the paper in half and laid it on his desk. He then took the shard of glass from the night before and cut up both arms. He was covered in blood and tears. His final destruction with the glass was a large gash he'd made across his chest.

Mark sobbed and skyped Bob and Wade. They answered and were happy to hear from their friend again, but they grew concerned once they heard weeping from his side of the call. "Mark, what's wrong?" asked Wade. Mark shook his head and turned on facecam. Wade and Bob looked in horror to see their best friend covered in blood and deep cuts. "OH MY GOD, MARK!! What the hell happened?!??" Wade shouted. Mark just sniffed and looked up at the screen. "I just wanted to say bye to you guys..." he choked. Marks friends trembled and Wade spoke up as tears formed in his eyes, "W-What do you mean, bud?". Mark sighed. "Just.....I love you guys.....so much. You know that right?" Bob finally spoke, "Yes, of course, Mark. What's happening? You're scaring me." Tears flooded Mark's cheeks. "L-Look, I just...... I hope you guys do well with your channels and your lives and please just........ forget about me." Mark's body shook. "I-I love you guys...." And with a final sniffle, he waved goodbye as his friends screamed in protest, but nothing could stop him now. Mark ended the call and went to his closet, his computer ringing with desperate Skype calls from his friends. He removed all the clothes from the rack and tied a tie of his around his neck and to the clothes rack. He stood on a little step ladder and breathed. "....I'm coming, Jack." He whispered. Mark kicked the step ladder away and gasped and choked as the tie around his neck suffocated him. He coughed harshly as his vision became blurry and dark and finally..........peace.