You're All I Need (Markiplier x Reader)

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Warning: feels.
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Your POV:

I sat in the kitchen, bored and stared at the ceiling. After counting the lights on the ceiling numerous times, concluding that there were in fact 7, I sat up and looked around for something to do. Mark had gone to the grocery store to get some stuff and I had nothing to do. I looked at the counter to see he had left his phone here. It wasn't really a big deal since my phone was broke anyways so there was no way I could contact him. I got up and grabbed his phone and began searching through his apps. "What secrets do you have Mr. Fischbach..." I muttered and started playing games.
In the middle of a game Mark got a text from an unknown number

"Hey baby I miss you xoxo"

Jealousy struck me like a rock and I immediately replied "who is this?!"
After waiting a couple minutes they replied.
"Awww how can you not remember Markipoo?! We met yesterday at the store and you said we were going to meet up today."

"Don't you know I have a room mate who I care about A LOT."

"You said she didn't matter and that she was too young for you though. I remember you saying that you actually planned on kicking her out soon and now you care about her? What's happening Marki?"

I dropped his phone and covered my mouth. Tears started dropping down my face and I sobbed loudly. The phone lit up again and the text read.

"Oh! I see you! Turn around!"

I sat on the floor next to the phone and cried onto it. "How could he..." I couldn't move or think and I could feel I was shaking. My cries turned into silent screams of emotionless pain and I didn't want to exist anymore. That man took my fucking virginty and then he turns his back and goes off with another girl.

After a while I stopped crying and just laid there silently staring off into nothing. His phone lit up again and there was a new message.

"Y/n, are you okay? It's Mark. Please answer. She told me someone was texting her back on my phone and I need to know if you are okay."

I started crying again and got another message.

"Y/n?!"

I picked up the phone and replied.

"Fuck you. Once you get back I'll be gone and there's no way you can find me. Goodbye."

I sent the message and stared at the shaking phone in my grasp. I placed it back gently on the counter where I found it and went upstairs to pack my stuff. It was hard packing when tears were covering my vision but I managed it. I might have left a few things and kept some stuff that wasn't mine but I didn't care. I went back into the kitchen and saw the phone lighting up.

"Y/n no you don't understand."
"Don't leave."
"Please!!"
"I love you just let me explain!!!"
"Y/n!!!"

There were 5 missed calls from the number and I sighed. Just to be safe I left through the back door and took the path we walked on to escape my father a while ago. I stared at my feet as I walked along and knew Mark would be home by now. I got to the rock where my shattered up phone was and decided to turn another way so he didn't know where I was going. As I walked along I remembered a lot.

When Mark first saved me from getting hit by that car... If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be alive. I stopped and looked back, debating to turn around or not. "He doesn't care about you anyways there's no point."

He took me in and let me live with him until things got better, and they did. I overstayed my welcome anyways it's good that I was leaving.

Our many cheesy little games of tag or little childish fights were fun, but I ruined his house and he must hate me for that.

He was so sick of me at one point he even had me stay at his friends house so he didn't have to deal with it. I understand where he was coming from though.

That man took my virginity and I thought it was such an amazing experience but he probably felt nothing. He probably didn't even care.

All of those times when he said I love you he was lying. He doesn't care about me he never did. I don't know why I ever thought I could be loved, especially by a man as perfect at Mark.

I looked up from my feet to see a road near by. "No one will ever love me anyways so what's the point." I took out some paper from my backpack and wrote a little note. I folded it and put it in my pocket. I searched though the backpack and grabbed one of Mark's shirts. I slipped it on over my shirt and cried a little because it smelled like him. My heart felt empty. I felt empty, and I didn't want to feel like it anymore. I put my backpack back on my back and sighed, then I took a few steps forward towards the road.

"I guess this is it."

I took another step forwards.

"So many years of my life staying strong and one man finally broke me."

I took another step forwards.

"I almost didn't make it many times, but this one will be different."

Another step.

"I promise."

My feet were now on the edge of the road. I looked at passing cars and tried to find the perfect time to jump.

"You saved me then, but you aren't here to save me now."

I saw a car speeding along faster than the others heading towards me.

"I'm sorry."

"I will always love you."

Then as the car got even closer I closed my eyes and stepped forwards one last time.