Adopted by Markiplier

Chapter 2

I woke up on a couch in a big living room. I looked around and saw the man. "Oh hey, you're awake." He smiled. I nodded. "Where...?" I mumbled. "My apartment. No way were you going back to your house after what just happened." I nodded again.

"What's you're name, kid?"
"Maya Smith."
"Umm, not to be rude or anything; but how tall are you?" I giggled. "Five foot one."
"How old are you?"
"18 this June."
"What day?" He asked, grinning slightly. "The 28th."
"That's my birthday too!" I giggled as he smiled like crazy. "So what do you like to do?" He asked. "Write, draw, dance, listen to music, and sing mostly." He nodded and smiled again. "Now tell me about you," I said, "I gotta make sure you aren't a serial killer." He laughed.

"I'm Mark Fischbach, I'll be 27 this June, I'm a YouTuber. When you didn't recognize me I figured you didn't know that." I shook my head. "I haven't had contact with the outside for three months until today. I don't have a computer and my cell phone only has my stepmom's number."

"Woah." He said, scratching his chin. I nodded and looked down at the blanket covering me. "Well...while you're here, do you want something to eat?" I nodded again. He stood up and motioned for me to follow him. I started to get up, but then had a thought. I sank back down into the couch. "...Never mind. I'm fine."

"You sure? You aren't looking so good..." I felt my face getting a little hot and shook my head. "I'm okay."

"You look sorta hot. Here-" He said and pulled the blanket off. "No-" I started, but I was too late. He looked down at my giant black t-shirt, denim shorts, and the many cuts on my legs. His face became very pale. "Wha-" He started to speak but then noticed the tears running down my cheeks. He sat down next to me and wiped my eyes with the hem of his sleeve. I sniffed. "My stepmother..." I began.

"Shh." He said as he pulled me into a hug. I sniffed again. "It's okay. You aren't going back there unless you have to." I nodded and lay down again. "Just get some rest and I'll make us a snack."

"Thanks Mark." I whispered as I started to fall asleep. He grinned and then I was out.