"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")

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Time skip

Mark's POV:

It had only been a few days since Jack's failed attempt at suicide but things were never actually the same. And I wasn't expecting them to be. It wouldn't just go back to normal after I saved him. It never would. We agreed we'd only tell really close friends but no one else. They had to be friends we trusted with our lives because no one needed to know. We told Bob and Wade. We told Josh and Nathan. They understood and reacted better than I thought they would.

"Mark," They pulled me aside. "Take care of him. He needs you."

I looked at Jack at the table and sat in front of him. He glanced at me but went back to staring at his laptop. Eye contact was lacking on his side. But I understood why. He was afraid. But so was I.

"Jack..."

He didn't even flinch.

"Jack please. Look at me."

He sighed and looked up. His big blue, tired eyes met mine and they started to tear up. I reached out for his hand and gripped it tight. I took a breath and pushed the words through my teeth. "Why...why'd you try to kill yourself Jack?"

He looked shocked, like I surprised him but shook it off. "You told me to be happy." He said in a small quiet voice.

"Jack..."

"I-I'm sorry."

"That's not what I meant. I meant actually happy. Not doing what Yami told you to do."

He told me what he saw. He told me that night before we left the bathroom. He woke up in my lap while we were still in the bathtub and spilled everything.

"Y-yeah..."

"Please. Please don't. You mean more to this world than you think you do. You mean so much. To the internet, to our friends, to me. You mean so much."

He started to sob silently.

"You are important, Jack. If you were to leave like that, nothing would be the same. You said you thought it would be a good thing if you left. And that's bullshit."

He flinched.

"Everyone would be broken. Everyone. I...I would be be broken. I need you, Jack. And I'm sorry I haven't tried to help as much as I could be-"

"Don't say that, Mark." He muttered.

"It's true. I should've known. I should've seen the obvious."

"It's okay."

"But is it, Jack? Tell me the truth. Are you okay?"

He looked down. "N-no but...I'm trying to get better, I swear. I...I want to get better."

I grabbed his other hand and smiled a bit. "Good. Keep thinking like that and you'll be better before you know it."

He smiled as well. "Happy thoughts."

I nodded. "Happy thoughts. Puppies, kittens, friends, YouTube, food..." I continued to list things that I knew made him happy.

He blushed. "Cookies."

My eyes widened. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" I got up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing his bag. I handed it to him and seen his face lit up as he pulled the green and blue cookie out.

"Mark!" He laughed.

"I saw it and instantly thought about you! And it's your favourite kind!"

"Sugar?"

I sat back down and smiled. "Sugar."

He took a big bite, which made me warm with happiness. Watching him finally smile, finally feel happy, gave me hope. Hope that this will be over very soon. Hope that he'll be better. And happy.