Nine

                                    

                                          
My dad bought Spotify premium, this song is my number one find ATM. It relates.
-Marki-
                          
I had stayed for a while, then was told to leave. Felix was in there right now, and I was eating pizza. I didn't feel like eating pizza, I didn't feel like eating at all, but Felix had told me to. It was a reasonable command, I hadn't eaten in almost a day, and I was quite hungry.
                          
The pizza didn't taste like anything, maybe like cardboard if my tastebuds were feeling nice. I could barely swallow, but I did anyway. I could only think of Jack. That was it. Jack and cardboard pizza. And sad-ass love songs. So maybe not just Jack. I had tried to watch a movie to keep my mind off shit, but people in Harry Potter tend to die a lot, don't they? It just made me cry more. Star Wars wasn't much help, as Jack loved it. 
                          
The bitch lady at the desk was gone by the time I left Jack's room, her shift must of finally ended. The doctors (who had read up on paperwork and apologized) told me that Jack should be able to go home after a few more days. Most likely two. They also told me I should go home, but I wasn't going anywhere without Jack.
                          
Felix came back into the room, and sat down next to me.
                          
"Hey. How's he doing?"
                          
"Better. I think. Jack wouldn't really talk much. I get it though."
                          
"Okay."
                          
"I should probably go home."
                          
"Okay. Thanks for coming by."
                          
"Sure. Call me if you need anything, I'm only a three hour plane ride away."
                          
"Okay. Bye!"
                          
We hugged, and he gathered his things and left. I felt pretty lonely after that, not allowed to see Jack. He needed rest, according to the doctors.
                          
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waiting room chairs are some of the most uncomfortable shit I will ever sit in. I couldn't get settled for two whole days.
                          
Finally, they let me take Jack back to his place.
                          
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"Mark?"
                          
"Hm?"
                          
It had been a few months since the last time Jack had gone to the hospital. He was back to a normal uploading schedule, and had even muster up the courage to tell his fans what had happened. 
                          
We were steady now, and even though there was a lot of hate, most of our fans fully supported us.
                          
It was good now, no more self harm, or abuse, not even any more panic attacks. We were happy.

                          
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Okay, I know the whole book was short, but I petered out of it and wanted to wrap it up for at least a satisfactory ending.