Don't play the song until instructed to!

"Mark! You can talk to me if you're stressed out you know!" My mom offers.

"No I think I'm fine." I sigh.

-Time skip-

I get home and go on my laptop. I go on Skype, and gasp. I see something that I thought I'd never see again. Jack was online.

I look up to make sure no one was looking, and everyone was outside so I was fine.

I immediately and desperately call him. I sigh the hardest I've ever sighed when he picked up.

"Hey Jack!!" I say excitedly.

"Hey Mark..." He mutters.

"What's wrong with your nose?!" I ask, seeing blood dripping from it.

"I ran into a wall..." He replies.

"Was this Brad?" I ask.

"Nope." He replies.

Then, something popped into my head. I know a song that can relate to us so much.

"Hey Jack, I have a song that relates to us." I say.

"Let me hear it!" Jack tries to smile.

I pull up the song on my phone and turn up the volume all the way. (Press play on the song above and play it for about 1 minute 20 seconds)

"We don't talk like we used to. We used to be so hyper but now, you're really depressed and... We don't talk like we used to." I sigh.

I see Jack sit up a little bit straighter, and his eyes widen. "I- Mark. I- don't know what to say... It's just..." Then Jack sighs and puts his head in his hands.

"Jack... Please come back to me. I want the old Jack back. The one who could tell me anything, the one who was so very energetic. The one who keeps me entertained." I plead. I

"M-Mark... This is all my fault... I'm sorry." Then he hit end on the Skype call.

I begin to get worried, I have thoughts. I ponder what the last words he said to me on that call was. This is all my fault. I'm sorry.

I bite my lip so that I don't cry. I know that no matter what I do, he woke answer me. The only way I'll be able to talk to him is if he calls me first. I was surprised when he answers my call today.

I start to tear up, and tears flow down my face. I couldn't help it. He is my best friend and I can't stand to see him like this.

My family was still outside. They were having a great time... Laughing and talking about... Stuff. They never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come out.

And Pax West is soon. Will he be there? Will he be in a good enough mood to hop on a plane and actually go to the event?

As I think more and more about Jack, and have questions about him, I become even more depressed and worried.

"Ok, Mark. You've gotta get him out of your head..." I mutter to myself.

But it was no use. I sigh and close my laptop. I shakily stand up and walk to the bathroom.

"I wonder what Jack would do if I wasn't here." I mutter, then search through drawers to try and find a razor.