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 A soft ticking filled the room as the second hand clicked with each passing second. Outside the bedroom window, a few birds chirped, calling to their partners. While Mark laid motionless in bed, staring at the off-white ceiling, these seemingly meaningless sounds left him in agony. His heart felt heavy as it slowly thumped in his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget. The memories of the past weeks will forever be burned into his mind. Images of pain and tear stained reflections; they all reminded him of the mistakes that he had made.Nevertheless, he had to push through it, get out of bed, and get right back to work. 

His computer desk was covered in dust and chip crumbs, and the keys of his black keyboard had a light layer of powdered sugar. Old bits of ice cream solidified on the edges and between some keys, making gaming difficult at times. The sight reminded him of his horrible case of depressed binge eating last week and the days he sat in solitude, re-watching videos over and over again. It was a sad sight. As Mark sat down in his computer chair and turned on his center monitor, he was greeted by a man's smiling face, eyes blotched out by the words "I'm Sorry". Even though the photo was depressing, he loved the artistic feel of it, thus why it was his background.             [*see header photo*]

With a few clicks, the recording program started up and he was right back to where he left off in Subnautica. His camera above the screen remained untouched, as it had been for the past weeks. The man couldn't bare to show his face to the world. His face was always stained with tears, his eyes puffy and red, his hair unkempt. There was no way he would be considered presentable. 

After about an hour of recording, Mark ended the video and sent it to Ethan for editing. All of his work was sent through email now in order to spar him from social interactions. He felt so ashamed. His eyes gazed over the man on his desktop, the words echoing in his mind on repeat, even though he himself couldn't utter the words out loud. While the man on the screen had a cheesy  grin on his face, Mark could still see the pain hidden inside. That bright smile was seen at all times, yet it masked his true feelings. In his videos, you would never be able to tell that he was battling depression. You certainly would never know that the cause of his depression was man who watched him every day and saw his pain. 

Mark glanced at his camera, his reflection in the lens staring back at him: there were dark bags under his eyes, and his face was in need of a good shave. His greasy black hair stuck out in all directions, yet a few strands hung over his left eye. An invisible weight hung over his shoulders, but Mark could see it as clear as day. His demon appeared as a red-eyed shadow with glowing green hair. Obvious tears of crimson flowed down where its face should be as it taunted him with reminders of what he had done. He knew that he had to do something; he had to make things right again. 

His fingers reached for the power button on the camera, shaking from anxiety and he gently pressed it down. A soft green light shone at him, signalling that it was on. With a moment of hesitation, he took a second to take a deep breath before hitting the record button and starting the video. It was the first time he'd show his face to the world in 2 weeks.

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                                                                               2 WEEKS PRIOR

Seattle was buzzing with people. There were people in costumes, makeup, and band shirts pacing around with their passes and cell phones in hand. Everyone was giddy and having an overall great time. Every now and then, there would be a girly shriek, followed by cheers and applause as an actor, artist, or Youtuber walked by, heading for the exit. While the event was coming to a close, fans remained in the building, hoping for last minute signatures, souvenirs, and selfie opportunities.Within 10 minutes, however, the excitement finally died down and the room was cleared out at last. 

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