I'm Not Giving Up On You

Ch:1 Wait... That's not right.

{Mark's POV}

Mark Leaned back in his chair and groaned. He wiped a hand down his face and peaked at the video file he had just finished. He was planning on taking a vacation for two whole weeks and didn't plan on not having two videos for every day he was gone. So he had been trying to make all the extras he could. It was around midnight and he really needed to get to bed. But him being the whiny little workaholic he was wanted to stay up and finish the four videos he had left to make. Although he had two days to make them. He yawned widely, and decided he would watch some of Jack's videos to get him hyped and wake him up to film. So Mark set off to watch the last weeks worth of Jack's videos, all the ones he had missed at least.

Now Mark couldn't remember exactly where his head told him something wasn't right but as soon as it did he started noticing other little things that made him question what he was seeing. First it was one of Jack's Happy Wheels videos. During the intro he didn't throw his hand's up in there air, in fact, Mark didn't see his hands once during the entire video. Though he was still as happy as ever he seemed more agitated, screaming and hitting the table when he died, something he didn't often do. Then there was the fact that Jack had done more short, five to ten minute, vlogs in the last two weeks than he had in the last six months. Mark recognized these as filler vlogs. He often did them when there was something bad in his day and didn't feel like filming, he would make a short reading your comments, a silly little vine compilation, something short that his fans would enjoy but didn't take long or much emotion to make. But what scared Mark was the shear amount of them, he was uploading one almost everyday. And the games he did film didn't seem to have much effort put in them. But the one thing that made Mark's brain scream "Somethings Wrong!" was when Jack was walking down a road, and others where around, it was one of those rare days in Ireland when there was sun, and it was warm enough to wear shorts. Joggers that ran past were wearing shorts and tank tops. Passers by wore shorts and T-shirts, bu not Jack, he wore his beanie, jeans, and His blue hoodie. But his hoodie sleeves were down. As long as Mark had known Jack he had never warn his hoodie sleeves any lower than his elbows.

Then in a reading your comments video Mark noticed how sickly pale Jack was, sure Jack was always pale, that was what being in a rainy area such as Ireland did to you, but this seemed like he had the flue or something. And when someone asked how tall he was, as normal the only indication he gave was him standing in front of the camera, but this also gave Mark to view of his torso and legs. His hoodie was practically pooling around his waist, only thing keeping it up was the elastic, even that seemed to be big on him. He was in his normal black skinny jeans, but they seemed a bit too lose for them to be skinny jean, or were Jack's legs just that thin?

Unfortunately before Mark could do much more than discover theses oddities he face planted into his keyboard, his body wanting sleep than answers.

This was an introduction chapter I promise. It was only 500 words! I feel horrible! But don't worry the next one should be longer. Now I cannot stress this enough, what Sean will be going through in this story is not anything he is going through in real life, neither am I. But I know people who are either going through this or have in the past. And I beg you that if you have any problems with depression or self harming that you tell someone and find help. This story is sort of a way for me to do my part to drag awareness to this issue. I'm hopping I can make this as accurate as I can with still being able to keep Jack and Mark's personalities. I also believe that every story needs some sort of happy ending, so this story shouldn't have a depressing ending, now if you guys want me to write multiple endings I am open to that but I want every one to have a happily ever after.

-That Weird Author