To Jacksepticeye,

This, if you ever read this, is a story showing how much your fans care about you. When you pass on, you'll leave a legend no one else can, and we'll always remember it. And never let go. From some one who's lost so much, I know how it feels to lose someone important. Never let the negativity get to you, you'd hurt so many people. Keep on smiling, Jack.

- A fan, supporter, that cares very much about you

~~~~~~~~~~~ Actual Story~~~~~~~~~~~

I danced to the music flooding my room. My mom always told me to keep it low, so I did. My phone hadn't buzzed to notify me about any new videos from Jacksepticeye. Strange, I thought out loud. I decided it was late, so I went to bed. My thoughts haunted me, making it hard to sleep. I puled out my phone, and watched some of his older videos. I slowly drifted to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to my phone vibrating. Jessie was calling.

"Sup Jess?" I asked.

"Check Jack's channel, its important." Jessie said. It sounded like she was crying.

"Okay." I said, and hung up. I logged into YouTube, and checked Jack's channel. He posted a new video.

GOOD-BYE JACKSEPTICEYE- you will forever be missed

No... I thought. My eyes watered.

"Hello everybody, I'm obviously not Jack, but something happened. Jack had been diagnosed with depression months ago. That's why he was so energetic, to cover it up. Anyway, you probably know what I'm gonna say next." Mark said.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "This isn't real, it can't be.." I whispered.

"He decided he couldn't take the hate any more and..."

"No.." I said my voice louder now. I was shaking like mad.

"... he committed suicide."

"NO!" I shouted. I turned off my phone and threw it across the room. I turned my stereo on at full blast. A woman's voice echoed through out the room,

"These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just to real. There's just to much that time can't erase..."

My ears hurt, but I didn't care. I stumbled downstairs, knowing no one was home. I opened the cabinet reaching for the bottle, hoping to erase my pain. I opened the bottle and chugged down as much as I could. I drank at least a quarter of it. I stumbled blindly back up stairs, after putting the bottle back. I felt sick. I picked up my phone, and called Jess.

"Amy?"Jess asked.

"Jess.. I...I.." I fell to the floor.

All I heard was Jess's muffled voice over the phone, screaming what I think was my name. All I saw was blotches of color, and then I blacked out.