"There are a few things that I actually do hate about my Jackaboy though."

I breathed out a shaky sigh, here was the hard part.

"I hated the fact that no one seemed to love Sean. No one seemed to care about him when he was hurting except me. Maybe this is because he didn't tell anyone else but even on the street if he had a panic attack, I was the only one there for him. Sure he had friends, some very close friends but he still didn't tell a single soul about himself hurting this much..."

"I hate that he never told me about his self harm, about anything that he ever did to his precious body until the day before. And you know, I hate that his subscribers pick on him. He can't help it that he's loud and outgoing, he is just being normal and having fun so why trash talk him to the point o-of..
Su-suicide" I whispered into the microphone, the silence that filled the room was deafening.

Slowly people started to cry, some realising their mistakes and some from pure sadness. I joined in briefly before continuing the last of my speech.