7:37 PM. January 19th 2018.
"IN VEGAS!! Almost back to LA!! I'm so close! Hopefully my sanity holds out just a LITTLE LONGER!!"
Mark sighed as he posted to Twitter...four more hours until his long road trip was over..
-time skip-
Mark pulled into his house, never happier to be home. His tour was fun, and he enjoyed every second but he missed this place. nothing is like home right?
His brain was in clouds after the 2100 miles of driving, he was tired and just really wanted to sleep, in his bed.
He slowly dragged himself out of his car seat and into his house.
Sighing he remembered he had still had fans to worry about, so he pulled out his phone to alert them he made it home safe.
"I'M HOOOOOME!!!" - 1:11 AM January 20th 2018.
He watched as the comments filled in.
Then suddenly, a new feeling hit him.
He wasn't tired anymore, surprised maybe, and just a bit worried.
he slowly repeated the words on his screen out loud "Mark!! you need to stop this rn!!! this cult thing is hurting people!!!"... hurting what people? his cult? this was about positively? how could that hurt anyone...
then he read on.
and on...
tears started slowly dropping down his face as he read about people trying to commit suicide because of his "cult"...
this was never meant to happen...
it was never supposed to hurt anyone...
Was this the community he really created? was this his fault...
that night, Mark fell asleep. questioning everything. was being a YouTuber worth it? Something so small that he said had done something like this. ...but of course it was worth it. he knew it in his heart to.
why?
Because he can build up alot more then he can tear down.
He knew he was gonna make a difference in this world, that his words, could do more good then harm.