I'm going to continue the
story in 3rd person !
I went to the airport that's two miles from my place. "Passport" the guy said I showed my passport and as my arm moved, my razor flew out of my pocket. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to--" he was cut off "I'm... a... cutter, it's fine" I said cutting him off. "oh... I am sorry, uh, be careful!" He smiled. I made my way toward the plane. Some old man was staring at me. "Hey, wanna sit next to me?" He signaled toward me "I swear, you better leave me the fuck alone before I slap the shit out of you!" I yelled. I saw what looked like... "MATTHIAS?!" I yelled Matthias is one of Mark's friends. "Yo.." he smiled and shook my hand, but saw my cuts. "uh, you alright?" He said, pointing to my scars. "uh yeah.." I responded. "Here, come with me" he said as we got on the plane. "Oh boy.." I thought.
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Markiplier, saint Markiplier
RandomFaith hasn't had much happiness in life, terrible things have happen at school and she is pissed with life.. But a special someone she meets makes her life so better... Very much...
