Sighing, I clicked the video chat button on Skype, leaning back in my chair and waiting for my American friend to pick up. It must have rung 5 times before Mark finally picked up.

"Finally!" I cheered sarcastically. "How you been Mark?" I smiled at the webcam as Mark hadn't yet turned on his webcam. He probably just got back from having a show or something. It was, what, 4-ish in the afternoon where he is. Its midnight here. I was calling Mark this late because I can't seem to go to sleep and I didn't have anything to do. I had videos already set up and ready to upload tomorrow. I had also spent a good 2 maybe 3 hours scrolling through social media and replying to fans and I had spent an hour playing Deus Ex Human Revolation, so I didn't feeling the need to do any of that. So after laying on my bed restless, wondering what I could do, I had decided to call Mark on Skype.

"Hey Mark. Why can't I see you?" I asked after a few minutes of complete silence from his end. The silence was broken by the rapid tapping of keys on a keyboard, but I still could not see Mark. I find the sound of someone typing to be oddly soothing sometimes. I listened and watched patiently as Mark typed on his end. Getting slightly bored waiting for Mark to send me whatever he was typing, I started to play with the zipper of my hoodie while I waited. Just to give my hands something to do.

A notification pinged at me, alerting me to the message that Mark had just sent. Clicking on the notification before it disappeared, I read the message quickly. Frowning, I re-read the message twice more before staring wide eyed at the webcam.

"What the fuck! Mark? What the heck is going on? Are you okay?" The worry was evident in my voice as I held eye contact with the camera. A new message pinged at me.

I'm fine.

"Bullshit Mark! I'm not an idiot. I want to know everything, from what caused it , to our conversation right now," I glared at the webcam, hopping Mark would take me seriously and not attempt to bullshit me. "Who else knows, Mark? Are you at home alone? Be honest with me Mark, or I'll crawl through the internet and bitch slap you." I remarked, holding out for a laugh and explanation that didn't come. Mark's reply came quick. Too quick. Like he had read ahead of me in some unseen script. Some underlying force was at work, and I wanted to know what it was. Mark was clearly not doing so well and I wanted to help, but I couldn't do that if he wouldn't tell me anything.

Just Mum and you.

"Mark, how am I supposed to help you if ya don't tell me what's going on?" The silence on Marks end could have woken the dead. I could only just hear a TV or radio blaring in the background somewhere, hopefully that meant that Mark wasn't alone. But it could be that he left the TV on and no one is home. I didn't dare breath as the silence stretched out endlessly, afraid I would miss something vital if I made any noise. Worry was eating away at my insides, making me twice as restless as before I had called Mark.

"Seán?"

"Jesus!" I yelped in surprise at a voice sounding behind me.

"He can't help you right now, but feel free to leave a message," Signe smirked, coming further into the room and leaning against the table, facing me. "Is something wrong with Mark?"

"I believe so, yes. Why do you ask?"

"He sent me a message," Signe exclaimed, pulling out her phone. "He said I had to take good care of you." Confusion scrunched up her delicately beautiful face. God I love Signe. She's just an amazing, talented, gorgeous, caring person and I couldn't image my life without her. It wasn't every day that Signe was awake, much less looking through her messages at this time of night, but then again, I did leave the door open. Sorry Signe.

Ripping off my headphones, I unplugged them from my computer, turned the volume up to half way and maneuvered my desk chair, so as to allow Signe to sit on my lap. Signe smiled sweetly at me and sat down. I wrapped my right arm around her waist and pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left. I had a feeling I was going to need it soon enough.

"Mark, what did you mean in your message?" I asked, giving Signe a gentle squeeze. Signe laced her fingers in mine and leaned back into me slightly. Why have I been blessed with such an amazing angel? I don't ever want to let her go.

"Tell us what's going on please. For Seán's sake." Signe stated.

"We can help. Please, Markimoo." I pleaded, hoping the use of one of his pet names and the pleading tone would draw out the truth of this whole situation. The sound of rapid typing filled my silent room.

PING

You look so cute together...

PING

Like you are two pieces of the same puzzle... Made for each other...

PING

So peaceful...

PING

The silence... That is...

"What the fuck dude! What's going on?" My heart sunk with every message I read. Something was wrong, really wrong. The messages were down, not just the way one would read them, but how they were individual and the full stops that insured. Mark wasn't in any good state of mind. He was probably really lonely, but I felt that there was something underlying everything, some hidden message.

PING

Hush...

PING

This world is full of too many unnecessary things... Too many unnecessary noises...

PING

I'm sorry...

PING

Actually... No, I'm not...

"What?! What are you on about Mark?" I asked, glancing up at Signe, who mirrored the same look of confusion as the one that was plastered on my face.

PING

Shhh...

PING

Don't speak...

PING

Goodbye...

"Mark! What's going on? Don't you da-" My words died in my mouth, as Mark's face pooped up on screen. He looked like crap; his red hair was sticking out at odd angles, like he'd just rolled out of bed. His glasses weren't even sitting right on his face. He didn't do anything; he just sat there, staring at me. It was concerning, the silence and utter nothingness that was radiating from Mark.

"Are... Are you alone?" Signe broke the silence that hung about us mocking us all. I couldn't remember a single moment prior to now, where Mark had been as quiet as he was now. That's what scared me. Mark shook his head in response to Signe's question. A sigh escaped me. He wasn't alone.

"Whose there? Where are Matt and Ryan? Is Wade still over or has he gone home?" I asked. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I unlocked it without looking. I have unlocked my phone a million times; so I think I can unlock it without having to look at it.

PING

Wade's out at the shops...

I nodded. That's right, Wade was over at Mark's catching up. I just hopped that I'd be able to get a hold of him. He has been Mark's friend for years now, so he'd probably had to deal with this before. Even though I highly doubt that something like this has ever happened before. Scrolling through my contacts, which were surprisingly open. Probably opened them by accident before I turned my phone off earlier. I clicked on Wade and put my phone front side up on my desk.

"Are Matt and Ryan watching TV?" Signe asked, leaning forward to look at my phone, to see who I had clicked on.

PING

No...

PING

They left the TV on before they hopped in the pool...

PING

Idiots are wasting power...

"Stop typing! Ya have a mouth and vocal cords. So fucking use 'em!" I snarled, looking away to try and calm myself. I hated when people resolved to texting someone that is in front of them instead of talking. It ticked me off even more when people I know do it to me or around me. The sound of typing stopped. I looked up at the camera, having calmed my nerves and pleaded to Mark. "Please... Tell me what's really going on... Please?"

PING

Goodbye...

PING

Sean... Signe...

"NO! Mark! Don't you dare leave!" The anger was evident in my voice. Glancing at my silent phone, I dialed Wade's number and waited for him to pick up, putting the phone on speaker. My patients was wearing thin as I waited, not so patiently, for Wade to pick up. Finally, the ringing stopped and Wade's cheerful voice sounded off from the phone's speakers.

"Hey, Jackaroonie! What's up?" Wade's cheerful tone made my stomach churn. "Isn't it past your bed time?"

"You are on speaker. Where are you?" I asked in as nice a tone as I could manage while glaring daggers at Mark. Daring him to move.

"I'm out buying some stuff for a video Mark wants to make. From the list he gave me, there will be a lot of laughs." Wade exclaimed excitedly. "Why do you ask?"

"How quickly can you get back to Mark's?" I started to tap my right first finger against the wood of my desk nervously.

"About 5-10 minutes. I'm in Mark's car right now. I pulled over when you rang. I couldn't be bother connecting my phone to the cars Bluetooth, it's not like I'll be here much longer anyway. Why do you ask? Did something happen while I was gone?" Concern laced Wade's words.

"Nothing has happened. But we believe something is about to happen." Signe exclaimed, bitting her lip, a frown pulling at her face. "Somethings wrong with Mark."

"Wha-"

"Just get back to the house!" I snapped. I didn't mean to, I just had a bad feeling about this whole situation. Mark got up from his chair and walked off camera.

"Oh god! Somethings happening! Mark just walked off camera!" I shouted, leaning forward in my chair to see if I could spot Mark, even though I know I wouldn't be able to.

"I'm on my way!" The sound of a speeding car's engine vibrated from my phone.

"I'm on Skype with Mark, but-Mark!" I exclaimed, watching Mark walk back on screen. His hands were behind his back, like he was hiding something, as he side shuffled to his chair and sat down. Mark was being extra carefully to keep whatever it was that he had behind his back out of sight. "What do you have behind your back Mark?"

"What are you doing Mark? What's he doing?" Worry encased every letter that Wade spoke. Like he had been doing the whole time I had been talking to him, Mark didn't say a word or even move. He just stared blankly at the camera. A single, silent tear fell down Mark's tan cheek.

"Why are you crying Mark?" Signe asked from beside me. Mark didn't reply. He simply took a deep breath and turned the camera away from him to face the foam clad wall.

"Mark!"

"What happened?!" Wade shouted, alarmed. "I'm almost there! Come on, come on!" Wade yelled at something or someone, probably a driver in front of him who was going too slow for the panicking man.

"Mark! Turn the camera around!" I roared at the American.

"Okay, I'm outside the house," The sound of a car door being slammed shut and the heavy breathing informed me that Wade was running to the house. "Matt! Ryan! We have an emergency!"

"What's going on?" A muffled voice shouted from the distance.

"Where's Mark?" Wade's panicking voice squeaked through the phone. I looked at the webcam and hopped to god that Mark was at least somewhere where he could see his screen and the pleading look I gave the camera. What was he doing? More importantly, what happened to Mark to make him act this way?

"In his room." Matt exclaimed. The sound of rapid footfalls against wood and tiles spoke of their progress. The consistent rattling of a door handle and the pounding of fists on wood echoed from my phone and computer.

"God damn it!" Snarling, I could almost feel the impact as Wade punched Mark's door. "It's locked. Open the door Mark! Don't make me come in there."

"Mark, do what he says." Signe exclaimed softly, looking at the camera. No noise came from Mark's room to indicate any form of movement. The camera stayed focused on the wall. Dread was slowly eating away at me the longer we waited for Mark to unlock his door or at least show his face on camera.

"That's it!" Wade snapped. "Mark, you have 5 seconds to open this goddamn door or I'll tear it off its hinges." A shiver ran down my spin at the commanding tone. I would have gladly done anything to keep Wade from using that tone on me.

"5..." Nothing.

"4..."

"3..." I heard a noise, like Mark was adjusting his position in his chair. But he didn't make a move to open the door or turn the camera around to face him.

"Mark, please..." I whispered softly.

"2..." By all the is good in the world, why was Mark being so stubborn? Why wasn't he his usual self? What was really going on?

"1-" As if acting upon a command, Mark turned the camera to face him. Placed a gun against his head and pulled the trigger. The gunshot ringed through my ears painfully as I watched Mark's now lifeless body fall off screen.

"NOOO!"

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And this is where you all kill me, right?

I am very evil.... But trust me, everything gets better I promise ^v^

But than again... I could be lying ^v^

It's just an idea i had while reading a book (I can't remember which one cause I have a million), so don't kill me just yet.

Updates on this story and my others, will be a least once or twice a week, depending on school and when I have access to my computer (It recently had to be fixed and I lost some of my documents)

Thank you all for reading.

I'll caught you in the next chapter!

See ya! ^v^