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:I can not tell you guys how much this hurt to wright. You guys will understand why.
[THE NEXT DAY]
Mark is at the booth once again, signing things and taking pictures. He is feeling terrible today. He didn't get much sleep and the nightmares made sure he wouldn't.
Karma is a bitch isn't it? Jack still hasn't text me back. I'll call him tonight.
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Jack's POV
Jack sits in bed looking at the open cuts now on his arms. Blood is driping from his wrist but it still doesn't distract him from the pain inside.
I can't do this anymore. I'm so alone. I hate my life. This life is a living nightmare. Maybe living isn't for everyone...
~You know what to do. You can make all the pain go away.~
Jack gets off the bed and goes to the counter where his medicines are. He grabs them and throws them on the bed. Then he goes into Mark's room and goes though his mirror cabinet and grabs Mark's sleeping pills. He goes to the kitchen and a comes back upstairs with a bottle of alcohol.
~You can finally sleep.~
He takes a mouthful of pills and alcohol and downs them. He does this until all the pills are gone. He begins to get sleepy. He sluggishly walks to the bathroom and lays in the tub.
~Just in case~
He slices into his arms vertically. Cutting deep and letting the world fade to black.
~It's finally over~
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[THE NEXT DAY]
Mark's POV
I really hope Jack is okay. He won't return my calls. Why did I have to be such an ass hole? I should go back home tomorrow.
*Buzzzzzzz Buzzzzzzz Buzzzzzzz*
Mark gasp and picks up the phone immediately.
Mark: "Jack! I'm so glad you called!"
Von Bosch: "I'm sorry. This is Von Bosch. I was calling you to see if you canceled Jack's appointment. He really shouldn't miss these."
Mark: "I didn't cancel it."
Von Bosch: "Oh, well Jack didn't come in today."
Mark's heart stops.
Mark: "He didn't?"
Von Bosch: "No, we've been calling him but he hasn't answered his phone. Are you there with him?"
Mark: "No, I haven't been home in a few d-"
A sudden realization comes across his face. He nearly drops his phone.
Von Bosh: "I'm sorry, what?"
Mark: "I have to go."
He hangs up the phone and runs through comic con, out the doors and into his car.
"Oh my God, Jack. Please, please, please, don't have done anything stupid."
He speeds home as fast as he can. He pulls up to the house and flings open the door in a panic.
"JACK!?"
...Silence...
"JACK!? WHERE ARE YOU!?"
He runs up the stairs and opens Jack's bedroom room door. The lights are on.
"Jack?"
He looks around the corner and sees the bathroom door open. He slowly walks closer to it and is forcibly stopped by the sight in front of him. Jack is in the tub, pale, with blood covering his arms. Mark can't look away. His eyes sting as tears trickle down his cheeks.
"J-Jack?"
Mark's hands shake as he reaches out to his friend. He is cold but he is still breathing.
What do I do? Call an ambulance? No, it's quicker if I drive.
Mark pulls Jack out of the tub and and carrys him out into the car.
"Don't worry Jack. I got you. Don't you let go! Don't you dare let go!
Mark gets into the car and drives to the closest emergency room. He pulls into the hospital.
"HEY! I NEED SOME HELP! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"
Two men bring out a hospital gurney and load Jack onto it. They take him away quickly as Mark follows behind them, covered in some of Jack's blood.
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