Jacks pov
I know people are worried about me but I can't. My girlfriend broke up with me. I'm in love with my best friend. He lives with me. I'm depressed. I'm suicidal. And no one knows. I've written letters. In 3 months I have written many letters  all for one person. But he will never read them. I'm tired, insecure, a shell of my old self. I'm not Jack or jacksepticeye or Sean no I'm just dead, that's what I feel inside as that's what I want to be on the outside. No one cares, Mark could never love me. He isn't even gay! He will probably hate me if I tell him I'm bisexual and will probably leave if I tell him I love him.... What do I do?
Marks pov
Jack has been acting really weird. I don't know what to do he never smiles. I know his girlfriend broke up with him that's why I moved to Ireland. I live with Jack, my crush, my best friend who I can't stand to see upset. Did I do something wrong? Does he not see that I love him? Will he ever see? I don't know what to do.
Jacks Pov
Mark is at the grocery store, I know it's time. I go into my dresser and grab my bottle of prescription depression pills. I open the bottle and I swallow the whole bottle I grab my knife and drag it across my arms each time I do I list off one stupid thing I have done. One, loving Mark, two thinking people cared, three being alive it goes on and on. I feel the pills starting to set in and I feel pale and weak from blood lost. I grab a piece of paper and a pen and I write.
Mark,
this is one of many letters I have written to you, and if you read this you found my body and you know I'm dead. For months I have had thoughts that have worn me down and now I'm free I have escaped the demons in my head. If you do find the letters read them. There are things in there that will explain. I hope you know that I still love you. I know we are best friends and will always be. Thank you for being here for the last few months. When I needed you. Goodbye. Booper Dooper.-Jack
I lie on my bed. I close my eyes and see a bright light. I'm dead and i feel free. I love you Mark be safe.
Marks pov
I just got home from the store. I go upstairs to check on Jack. I knock but he doesn't answer I don't hear movement at all. I open the door and the sight before me will haunt me forever. My best friend, with his arms sliced open and laying limp on his bed. I see a note on his night stand I grab my phone and call 9-1-1. They are here within minutes in that time I read his letter. I am crying, my best friend just committed suicide. Why? Could I have done something? I don't know, but now I'm determined to find those letters.
The doctor pulls me after about an hour saying that Jack was alive when I brought him and is on the verge of death. But he won't live for more than 3 hours. He leads me to jacks room and i go in and I sit down by his bed his heart beat is still there but very slow. " what did I do Jack? What could I have done?" I cry I hear the flatlining of the monitor. The doctor comes in and takes date of his death. January 4, 2016 at 6:35 pm. I cry I sign the papers and I leave. I go to the house and search.
3 days later.
The funeral was yesterday. It was all of his friends and family. We all cried and mourned the loss of Jack. The sweet Irish goofball. I have not stopped searching for those letters and I finally found them. I will go to sleep and read them tomorrow. Goodnight Jack I'm sorry.