My Demons (A Septiplier Fanfic)

Another Break- Part 11

A/N: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SELF-HARM!!!!! If you are in any way upset by, triggered by, or offended by Self-Harm, please DO NOT READ!!!
If you are struggling with Self-Harm, please know that you are NOT alone. You are loved and wanted. You are so important. If you want to, please do not hesitate to message me. I love you guys. <3
Also there's a lot of swearing.
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Step one: Turn on the camera.

Jack sat on the opposite side of Mark's recording room, staring at the camera intensely. He was terrified of it now. He had to make a video updating his viewers-they all were.

The idea was to make a short video explaining that they had to take a bit of a break because something personal and family-related had come up that they had to address. They would still be on Instagram and Twitter and all that, they just wouldn't be uploading for a while. They were to stress that the viewers should not worry, that everything was fine, and they would be back soon. The video was to be upbeat...or, as upbeat as they could make it. The goal was to not look upset or worried, as that would cause even more rumors to circulate than what was already going to come of the six friends all signing off for an unknown amount of time at the exact same time. Not an ideal situation, but it was what they'd all agreed on. Jack needed help, and they were going to help them. If that meant postponing videos for a few weeks, so be it. Their friendships came first.

Jack hesitantly stood. He walked slowly over to the camera and sat down in front of it. He switched the camera on.

Step two: Press record.

Jacks breathing hitched the second he turned the camera on and he saw the screen come on.

He couldn't do this. No way. No way in hell could he do this.

But he had to. Everyone else was. Mark, Bob, and Wade had already filmed. Jack had volunteered to film after Wade.

The other guys, unbeknownst to Jack, took turns standing by the door, listening. If they heard him shuffle with something, they went in to check on him. They had already taken everything out of the room that could be used to harm someone.

Jack sat in the chair, staring into the lens, terrified. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He smiled to himself, "I got this." He said. He reached out, and pressed record.

Step three: Make the video.
• Address the topic of not uploading videos.
• Address the fact that everyone else is taking a break as well, because everyone was going to ask anyways, so it's better to talk about it now.
• Don't scare the viewers.

When Jack pressed record, his heart dropped. His stomach flipped. His whole body went rigid. His breath got stuck in his throat and he coughed. He noticed a sticky note stuck to the side of Mark's computer, and Jack turned to look at it. Written in black ink on the little yellow stick note were seven words.

"You can do this. I love you."

Mark's handwriting. Jack would recognize it anywhere. He read the note, and tears immediately filled his eyes. He hid his face in his hands and leaned over in the chair.

Stop this. Ethan and Tyler still have to film. Just get it done.

Jack rubbed his eyes and took three deep breaths. He looked into the camera. With a fourth deep breath, Jack forced a huge smile.