~Since I honestly don't wanna diss on either of Mark or Jack's girlfriend, I came up with a name, sorry if it's your name~
Guys, I don't hate Jack or Mark's girlfriend, and I'm NOT trying to disrespect them, this is purely fiction that I came up with!
The phone, which had been silent for such a time, rested beside him. The air was thick with silence, not a noise to be heard. Jack laid on the bed, the recording equipment laid untouched, not a video had been up since it had started.
His hair, which used to be bright green, shining along with his smile, now laid flat upon his head, faded and oily. His eyes, once alive and blue, were reduced to a pale, lifeless grey. His throat ached from sobs. He looked around, the windows hadn't been opened since Marks picture, he looked out to the trees that stood around his house, their leaves crumbling from wind. The grey sky was damp, rain obviously coming. The sky is crying with me, Jack mused dryly, a cracked smile rested on his lips.
The sound of rain hitting the roof was loud, the tv playing lowly in the background. Jack stared up at the ceiling, his mind traveling away. I wonder, He thought, if Mark even cares...
He walked under the dark sky, piles of dark leaves laid on the road-side, his eyes reached the hill, where tumbled down cobblestone graves rested. The soft sound of thunder in the distance rang in his ears, his dead eyes only staring blindly.
With that phone in one, that old bloody knife in the other hand, he pressed the send button, his last words in text, he smiled weakly, before he closed his eyes slowly, and felt darkness invite him like an old friend.
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301975258-home~-septiplier-~chapter-1~
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