Finding Hope (Markiplier X Abused Bullied Reader)

Finding Hope Chapter One

OK, so, I was bored while making this. Actually, this was another story I was making that was honestly something I worked on when I was bored and didn't feel like drawing. It didn't originally involve Mark, or the reader, actually. It had my own original characters, but when I finished the first chapter, it didn't really go with my characters, so I just added Mark and Reader-Chan. And P.S., No Lemons Or Limes. Sorry. But If I felt awkward writing the kissing part in my Dan Avidan X Reader, then I won't be able to write a lemon or lime part... My head would probably explode. Also... I'm making it to where Mark doesn't have his YouTube Channel, since this is taking place in a High School. I'm not to sure when Mark started his channel, but I'm placing you and Mark at about 16, 17 years old. I'm pretty sure Mark started his channel when he was about.... 20, I think? Anyways... I hope you enjoy, beautiful creatures that inhabit the world known as the internet!

(Y/n) = Your Name

(N/n) = Nick Name

(Bb/n) = Big Brother Name

(Bff/n) = Best Friend Name (It was originally gonna be Best Friends Forever, but I was too lazy to change it... Just go with it.)

(F/b) = Favorite Band

(F/c) = Favorite Color

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Darkness is all you'll ever know.... Darkness is all you'll ever see, feel, and love... No, you'll never love, for no one will ever love you!!!

                                                                          *Beep, Beep, Beep!*

You jolted awake from your sleep. Like usual, it was infested by Nightmares. The same nightmares that plagued your dreams ever since your father died... Yes, your father died. In a Car Accident. Before your father died, your life was like any other teens. Loving parents, an occasional annoying big brother, and some friends. But when your father died, it went from heaven to hell. The bullies increased and hurt you more, your mother went from baking you a cake whenever you got an A on a test, to a raging alcoholic who would beat you with anything nearby if you were more than a minute late coming home, and you lost a lot of your friends. they either died, or turned into another bully. You rolled over, and with a groan, you turned off your alarm clock. "Another Wednesday..."  was the only thought that went through your mind... You got up and slowly got dressed in your favorite outfit,  (f/c) hoodie with a (f/b) t-shirt underneath, a black beanie, torn black skinny jeans, and (f/c) converses. You pulled the hood over your head, and sneaked past your mothers bedroom. A closed door and muffled snores indicated that she was sleeping, which was already a great start to your day. You went into your bathroom, and looked into the mirror. A cut with a bruise around it had formed on your upper cheekbone, handprints on your neck, and a handprint on your cheek. Yup, just a few of the results from last night's encounter. You were sure that (bb/n) got just as much, if not more bruises and cuts than you, but you had more damage done to you. Your mother almost broke your leg beating you with a chair leg, sprained your wrist, and made you pass out by strangling you. You were sure she did more damage after you passed out, cause your body told you so. You sighed, and pulled out your make-up bag, preparing to spend some time in the bathroom. You only spent 15 minutes in there, but it felt longer. You walked downstairs, and saw (bb/n), sitting at the counter, eating a poptart. He saw you and smiled, handing you one. "Morning, (n/n)." You smiled and nodded. You both were seated at the counter, eating your poptarts, when you heard your mom waking up upstairs. Upon hearing this, you and your brother grabbed your backpacks, and darted out the door. When you and him were a safe distance from the house, your run turned into a walk. You and (bb/n) exchanged few words as you walked to school, but you two never really had anything to say, since you both went to the same school and lived in the same house. What would you two talk about, the fact that you two were still sore from last nights "family meeting"? Once you two got to school, you two parted ways, and headed to your lockers. Once you reached yours, you opened it, and you were greeted by your schoolbooks, and a picture of you and your father at the lake near your house. You smiled at the memory. Whenever you and your father were at the lake, he would toss you into the water, then dive after you, pick you up, and toss you around like you were only a mere football. Your mother would smile and laugh at the edge of the lake, and occasionally, your brother would join you and your father, and tickle you whenever he got the chance. You remembered something your father told you that day... "(n/n), I want you to listen to me, and listen well. Things are gonna get rough later on in your life. But no matter how tough they get, never, ever let them break you down. Build your walls high and strong, and keep them full of power and determination. And don't let a boy through those walls so easily either. He has to prove himself, and believe me when I say, when you find the right one... It'll just click." Those words always echoed through your mind every single day. And you kept to them. You never let your bullies get to you, for they could not break through your walls. The only ones who were allowed through your walls to see your true self were (bb/n) and (bff/n). As for the boy... You hadn't found one that "clicked" yet, but you just knew he was out there somewhere... You were yanked from your thoughts when you heard a familiar voice behind you... "Hey! Nerd! Lost in Fantasy Land, are you? What a child!" You sighed, grabbed you schoolbooks, and closed your locker. "What do you want NOW, Susan?" She put her hand over her mouth in a preppy manner, and gasped. "Like, OMG! It totally talks!" Her and her gang members behind her giggled their trademark, high pitch giggles, and it gave you a worse headache than you already had. She then looked at you with a smirk. In hopes to get away from the overpowering perfume scents, you started to walk away, but you were pulled back and thrown into your closed locker by one of her gang members. "Now now, where do you think your going, (y/n)? I don't remember giving you permission to leave..." She raised her hand and was about to slap you. You braced for the impact, but you and Susan nearly had a heart attack when you heard a semi-deep voice behind Susan. "Susan? What the fuck are you doing?" Susan whirled around, expecting one of the teachers, but was greeted by Mark and his horde of fangirls, who were 15 feet behind him, and giggling. And she was also greeted by Mark's gaze, which was a glare that could even make a demon cower. The girl holding you dropped you, and you fell against the marble floor, and you heard Susan's Gang Members all sigh dreamily in sync. Susan then put on her flirty face, and smiled. "Ooohh, Mark! I was just teaching this... thing... Some manners. Won't you help me, Mark?" At that, she walked over to him, grabbed his arm, and leaned in really close to his face. He just scoffed, and shoved her off. She stumbled back, and looked at Mark in disbelief. Her "trick", or whatever she called it, didn't work! She growled, and summoned her gang members to her side. She then turned to you and glared daggers. "Don't think you're safe now,  just because Mark saved you! I'll SO be back for you, bitch!" And with that, she stormed off, her gang members close behind her. She only stopped long enough to glare at Mark's fangirls, who scurried off as soon as her gaze met theirs. You looked up as Mark approached you, and held out his hand. "Are you OK? She didn't hurt you, did she?" You shook your head and muttered, "No... No, I'm fine" And you put on a fake smile. You reluctantly took his hand, and he gently hoisted you up. "Alright, well if she hurt you, just tell me. I'll make sure she doesn't mess with you if you want, OK?" You just smiled, and replied as happily as you could with, "No, I'm fine. No need to worry." You turned and started to walk away, but you stopped when Mark gently grabbed your arm. "Well, even if you're OK, maybe I can know your name?" Usually, you would just shake your head and tell whoever was asking that it didn't matter, but you got this feeling that telling Mark would be OK... "(y/n)... My name is (y/n)..." He smiled, and it was definitely a lot more welcoming then that glare he was giving Susan. "Well. (y/n). That's a gorgeous name. I'll see you later?" You nodded, and you headed to your class as soon as the bell rang. Luckily, your class was nearby, so you didn't have to run to class like most of the other students. You sat at your desk, pulled out some of your books, and got ready to take notes. The teacher and the rest of the students came in, and you got through 1st Period like usual.

~Time Skip brought to you by Chocolate Cake *-* Deliciousness...~

You were seated at your desk in 4th Period, waiting for the teacher to come in, and drowning out the noises of the other students. You were staring outside, watching as Autumn Leaves danced on the wind, slowly twirling to the ground and landing on the cobblestone road. Some of them got ran over by cars, being sealed into the cracks of the road. That automatically gave you an idea for your English project. After you got the idea organized into your head, your mind wandered to Mark, and a real smile crept it's way onto your face. Someone besides (bb/n) and (bff/n) cared about you today... Thinking about that made a feeling crawl into your heart, a feeling you haven't felt since your father was alive... Happiness... You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the sounds of all the fangirls as someone entered the room....

Agh, OK, I want Popcorn and Game Grumps Pokémon FireRed Playthrough, I'm tired... But anyways, if you guys liked it, Let me know, so I can post the second chapter, it's all ready for your viewing pleasures! Love You All! Hugs and Cookies x3