I don't know what this is, but my internet wasn't working to I… yeah. I'm gonna post it anyway, cause I ended up liking it. Hope you do too. I have an idea for a second chapter if anyone actually enjoys it, let me know if I should bother writing it.
The camera clicked on, displaying a tired, sad looking John Green. He sat silently for a moment, before heaving a huge sigh,
"Good Morning Hank. It's Tuesday."
He stopped again, resting his head in his hands for a moment. Abruptly he looked up at the camera and spoke.
"Over the weekend I received a submission to my tumblr. It contained this picture." He pointed to a photo of the body of a girl, arms crossed in the nerd fighter symbol, which had appeared in the upper left corner of the screen, "and a letter. The letter explained the picture. That was- is- 13-year-old Emma Goodle, who committed suicide on June 11, 2013. In the note that she left, she asked to be buried in that position. She also asked for someone to send me this. It ended up being her friend, Anne. Anne asked me to read this letter from Emma on this channel, and told me that I could add anything I wanted. I have nothing to add. Here it goes."
He unfolded a wrinkled piece of paper and cleared his throat.
"Hello internet. My name is Emma Elizabeth Goodle and if you're hearing this, hopefully from John Green, then I am dead and someone has carried out my wishes. As last days approach, I am reminded of some beautiful words from one of my favorite novels…" John paused and suppressed a smile, "… I cannot stop pissing on fire hydrants. I have never heard more true words in my entire 13-year life. As my life draws to a close, I am desperately, futilely trying to make a difference in this world. It seems so far away, so impossible that I will inspire change. But this, dear listeners, is my last ditch attempt. You are my last ditch attempt. I don't care if you're a regular listener, or this is your first video, or hell, if this went viral and you've never heard of the vlogbrothers in your life. Listen to me.
I believe that you can make it one more day. I do. And after you've made it that one more day, come back to this and I will still believe it. I will believe in you for forever. I could give you the stuff about how it gets better, but I won't. Because I don't know that, I didn't stick around long enough to find out. But I'd sure as hell like for you guys to find out for me, which brings me to the second thing I want you to do, other then make it one more day. Tell people, tell me. Whether or it already has or not, either tell me now or come back and tell me when it does. Leave it in the comments.
So, this is my shot in the dark. My final attempt to help the universe. Thank you all for listening. I hope you can do what I could not.
Love, Emma"
Silence. He just sat there for an eternity, staring at the camera, before reaching for the power button.
"Hank, I'll see you on Friday."