Once famous Youtuber, Jacksepticeye, gets harassment on a daily basis. He finds it hard to cope with all the hate comments. His friend, Markiplier, tries to help him through this tough time. Will Jack get past it and move on or will he try to end it...
A/N: My heart! It hurts... I'm making myself cry over here.
Mark stood there wide-eyed and dumbfounded. He looks Jack in the eyes seeking anything that would suggest he was joking, but he was serious.
Mark: "You're joking right?"
Jack's heart sunk and his stomach turned.
Mark: "Please tell me you're pulling my leg."
Jack: "...no..."
Mark: "Ah shit Jack. I'm not gay."
Jack adverts his eyes to the floor. An overwhelming sadness lurking over him.
Mark: "We'll talk about this when I get back."
Mark quickly climbs down the stairs and out the door.
Jack stays still, frozen in his heart break. All the pain he has been fighting is flooding back into him. Jack begins to shake and tears fall from his face.
~Why'd you have to go fook everything up?~
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Mark's POV
Mark gets into his car and takes a moment to process what Jack said.
He's in love with me? How? I didn't even know he was gay. I thought he had a girlfriend once. Didn't he? Shit. I sounded like an ass hole. I hope he doesn't hate me now.
Mark thinks about going back inside to work things out but concludes that is is better for him to give Jack space. Mark drives away and starts his trip to comic con.
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[THE NEXT DAY]
Mark stands at his booth signing posters and posing for fan selfies. He tries to distract himself by engaging with his fans but a voice of worry keeps nagging at him.
I shouldn't have said that to him. He is so fragile and I broke his heart. It's not my fault I don't like him but I should have handled it better.
Fans: "Hi Mark!"
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Jack's POV
Jack lays on his bed curled up in his blankets. He didn't sleep much at all. He'd been crying all night from a mixture of heart break, anger, and self-doubt.
~You'll never be happy~
I'm such an idiot. I knew this was going to happen.
~You'll never stop hurting you know."
Damn it...
~You know what to do.~
I can't.
~You're weak. You can't do anything right.~
He can't seem to stop his inner thoughts. He trys to relax and listen to music on his computer but it does nothing to distract him.
How could he be so mean? I thought he loved me.
His chest tightens and he feels sick. He begins to hyperventilate. The tears start flowing again as they have on and off though out the night. He didn't take his medication. He doesn't think it would help. What he was feeling was too real for two little capsules to cure.
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[LATER THAT NIGHT]
Mark's POV
Maybe I should text Jack to see if he is alright. He is my friend after all and I can't let this get in the way of that.
Mark pulls out him phone and text Jack.
Mark: Hey, I know things were a little intense when I left but I wanted to know you were okay.
Mark waits for a notification. He waits for about an hour while he gets ready to sleep in his hotel room.
He doesn't want to talk to me. I don't blame him. I'll have to make it up to him some how when I get back.
Mark looks his door and turns on his air conditioner. He turns off the lights and gets under the covers and closes his eyes.
All though the night Mark has nightmares but every time he wakes he can't remember what they were about. He gets out of bed and unzips his suitcase to get out his sleeping pills but he couldn't find them.
Well I guess I forgot them.
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