A Note

Aftermath.

"Baby! No! God damn it, get off me! Jack!"

The police try to restrain him, but he manages to get away. Mark angerly, and worriedly, runs forward towards the mangled body.

"It's not true. It can't be. He can't leave me. He promised me. God, when you wake up you're so gonna get it."

His legs grow weak as he sees it with his own eyes. He vomits as he falls to his knees.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Seán, oh my god. what did you do?? OH MY GOD!"

But he can't utter a sound. His voice escapes him in the moment that he needs it the most. He tries to scream as they pull him away.

But all he can do, is sob.

Jack is gone. And he took Mark's heart with him.

A week goes by. Then, two. Then a month, and another. But it all seems to blend together.

Mark's sanity is shot. He hasn't made any videos since Jack left. No tweets, nothing at all. It's almost as if he was dead, too.

Everyone is worried. The two people that they all love seem to have disappeared.

Mark doesn't call, or text. His friends are so worried. His parents, too. Its almost as if he was dead.

Almost.

Almost..

A thought crosses his mind for the millionth time, it feels like.

"I'd rather die than be without him."

He thinks it over. Once, twice, three times. He never thought that he'd end up like this.

"Because I was supposed to save him."

Mark sighs, but it come out as a grunt. His voice is gone. He sits up, every movement bringing pain.

"When was the last time I ate?"

He doesn't know. But he knows he would just vomit again, anyways.

He stumbles, slowly, to the bathroom. He doesn't dare look in the mirror. Instead, he opens the drawer under the sink. Meds. He clumsily opens the first bottle, before downing everything. He does the same to every bottle that was in the drawer. He stumbles back to his bedroom, but falls on the way back because of how weak he is.

"This is okay. I'll join that bastard in hell, and we'll be fine. Everything's okay. Jack.."

And before he can even finish the thought, that 'almost' becomes reality.