[Trigger Warning: Everything. Don't read if u get triggered easily]

Paring: NoochZahHutt

Category: What do you think?

Brandon's POV

They ask me what happened. I was a famous YouTuber. I made great money. I had so many friends. Now I am here. In w mental hospital feeling so alone. Wanting to die. Well I'll tell you the answer. Everything

-Flash Back-

I was headed up to Canada. Mat had invited me over for dinner. Now I admit to having a huge crush on him. When I entered the home Mat had a while fancy thing set up.

I though it was odd but none the less I went with it.

We both began eating and Mat had a look of uncertainty on his face.

I asked him about it.

Mistake number 1

He just got up and left the room.

I figured he didn't wanna talk about it. He usually needed space too when he was upset so I left him be.

Mistake number 2

I went to check on him later that night after he hadn't come down.

He went upstairs at 5pm.

It was 9pm now.

The bathroom door was open a crack with the light on. I had a feeling of dread dwelling in my stomach.

I pushed it open.

Mistake number 3

I was hit with a strong smell of bleach and blood. Odd combination.

Mat's corps lay on the ground. He had a note in one hand. The writing goes from his normal to sloppy and squiggly.

He had a small paper cup in his left hand. One of those Dixi cups and a container of bleach next to him. There was still some bleach left in the cup and the container was open.

There was a pool of blood near his right arm. A razor was next to it. On his arm was a message that read 'I love you Petey'.

I stood there trying to take in the whole scene. I thought it was a prank. After all he is a jag. I expected him to spring up and hug me. Telling me it's all fake.

But the pale skin, his still body, his eyes looking behind me as if he saw something I couldn't see.

It was all to real. I walked up to touch him to confirm it and yes indeed his skin was cold. I felt for a pulse. Nothing. No heart beat no breathing. Dead.

I started crying. Hugging the dead body saying I love you to it praying it would bring him back.

But I knew damn well it wouldn't.

I still did it anyway.

I read the note.

It said this.

Dear Petey,

Listen. I am going to be as blunt as I can with this. My time is short.

I love you. It's so hard seeing you so happy and looking at me as just a friend.

I've tried to show you how much I love you and I guess I didn't try hard enough.

Don't blame this on your self. It's all my fault.

Please don't do anything stupid. Don't end up like me.

Anyway my time is running out. The world's losing color. It's hard to see... My chest is burning. Petey. I didn't want to go out like this. But it's too late to turn back.

The letter ended there.

I called up the police. They took him to a hospital to confirm he is dead or if he could be saved (Idk what they do in these situations). I didn't attend the funeral. I couldn't. Instead I sat in bed re-watching every single video he has made.

I didn't want to post. So I didn't. The Pack Skyped constantly. I never answered. Eventually I saw a message from Vikk. "Where are you? It's like you fell off the face of the earth. Your fans are all worried. The least you could do is explain."

I took his advise. I filmed a video. It went something like this.

"Hey! As you can see I am not dead. As of yet. Now you all deserve a explanation. I am quitting YouTube. This place just hold too many memories of Mat. Now seeing as I probably won't be around for much longer I'll tell you this. I loved him. I still do. I wish I could have told him before he left. But it's too late. If you love someone, tell them. Don't end up like me. If you are thinking of killing your self please don't. It not only affects your loved ones but others around you. Please. For the love of god don't kill your self. Please. Tell the person you love you love them. Just don't end up like me." I ended the video.

I later made a attempt at suicide, but it failed as for Preston flew down just the other day and hoped to hear from me. He stopped by my house as for I was the reason he came here.

He found me with the razor in my hand. It had nearly done it to.

But he stopped me and Now I am here.

-Flash Back Over-

The man nods. He had a very comforting aura around him. Similar to Mat's. "What's your name?" I ask him. "The name's Choco. Why do you ask?" His smile seemed genuine unlike the other nurses/Doctors. "Just wondering. How often are you here?" I ask. "Wow. A talkative one. That's new. I'm here twice a week. I am new to the job and from some reason and liked better by the patents." He laughs. I smile for the first time in a while.

I've been in this place for somewhere around a year and a half and I think I found my cure.

A/N: I am done. Not much else to say. But like dead. Rip NoochZahHutt shippers (like my self). C ya. Don't kill meh please.