(Mark's POV)

I seem to be searching for quite a while, but I finally find a razor.

I smile a little bit and stand up. I stare at myself in the mirror, at the same time preparing the razor on my wrist.

I take a deep breath and clench the razor tighter, then, after a few aching moments, I slide it across my skin.

I look down at my now blood-covered wrist and watch it drop down.

I didn't seem to go too deep. Which was good I guess.

(Jack's POV)

I sigh harshly and slam my head down onto the keyboard of my laptop.

I stand up and go to the kitchen and wet a paper towel. I then wipe up the blood that was all over my desk and floor.

I then check around the house for Brad. Now that I think of it, we've never kissed. Like not once in the entire time that we've been dating.

"Oh, he's in the shower." I sigh.

I continue walking and slam the door to the bedroom behind me.

I drop down to the floor, lean up against the bed and grab my phone out of my jean pocket. Which was also bloody from the nosebleed earlier.

I slowly take my phone out of my pocket and sure enough, there's a small bit of blood on it.

I ignore it and go on Tumblr. Something I haven't been on in a long time.

As usual, I go through and retweet some amazing fanart that I see. What really pains me nowadays is the Septiplier fanart. It pains me to know that I actually do have a crush on Mark. It pains me to see that it can happen any day now and my viewers really want it to happen.

I also go through and reply to people's questions, and comment on some funny photos or gifs that people make.

But then I see that people were still going on about the whole "livestream incident".

People had screenshots of my hoodie sleeve.

And others were just asking about it.

I decided to post a photo of myself in the exact position I'm in now, and say that I'm alright now, just so that people would stop freaking out about it.

Even though it was a lie, a big lie at that, I hate to see my viewers worried.

I appreciate all the love and all, but I don't want them to be stressed because of me.

Then, I got a text from Mark. I sat there debating on whether or not I should answer or not.

I decided to look at it.

Mark: Jack!! This is Mark's mom, we need your help right away!

I immediately gasped. I started to tear up and think about what could've happened.

Jack: I'll be there right away!
Mark: I'm sorry if this is too much trouble for you. I know that you live in Ireland but you're his best friend. I figured that you'd do it
Jack: No, I would do anything!
Mark: Thank you so much
Jack: Oh and by the way, any ideas of what happened?!
Mark: We're thinking that he cut
Jack: BE THERE SOON!
I immediately started to burst out crying. I knew that this was all my fault.

I knew that of Mark had died, it would be all my fault.

Why do I even exist?

A/N:
I've said it before, I'll say it again. If you're feeling depressed, talk to somebody! You matter and please, don't take advice from anything in this book, with the exception of the parts where Mark is trying to talk Jack out of it.