Adopted By Markiplier (COMPLETED)

Chapter 18

POV: Mark

I closed the door behind me, breathing in the cold air. I needed time to think. A walk should do the trick.

I made my way down the steps, to the side walk. Heading to the right, I started to think. I really should have known what would happen. I should have known that she couldn't change.

Before I know it, I was in front of Bob's house. I stopped and looked, wondering what she was feeling. What could be going on. Are they happy? Do they care?

I sighed and was going to began walking when I heard the door open, footsteps following after the sound of the closing of the door.

I looked up and saw Krystal, standing there. She was looking at me with so many emotions. Worry, hatred, relief, pain, sadness....

"What are you doing here Mark?" She asked, all the emotions pouring into her words.

I winced at the emotion, feeling it all heading my way. Knowing that all that emotion was caused by me, "I was just taking a walk, trying to clear my head."

"Shouldn't you be hanging out with Hazel?" She crossed her arms over her chest, her words sounding like venom at the mention of Hazel.

"I kicked her out."

She perked up, dropping her arms, "You what?!"

"I kicked her out! I was wrong! She admitted right away that she was right to abuse me and everything! She never changed! I don't know why I believed her! But, I was being dumb! I shouldn't have ever chose her! I cried my eyes out Krystal! Realizing I made the wrong choice!"

She bit her lip, contemplating whether or not to believe me. To accept me back. "What if I don't believe you?"

I hung my head, "That's your choice to make in that matter. If you don't want to stay with me, go back to the orphanage, I won't stop you. I will feel like shit, unable to forgive myself for what I did. But, i'll let you go. Like they say." I looked up at her, dead in the eyes. Pouring all my emotion into the gaze, trying to let her know I meant every word, "If you love someone, you gotta let them go. Even if it means destroying your happiness."

She bit her lip ever harder, drawing some blood. She wiped it away before answering, "Mark, I know you mean it. I can tell. But I just...what if you make the same mistake? Pick the wrong girl?"

"Well, if the time ever comes to that, then you can choose to go back to the orphanage."

"But what if it's five years later or something. We both grown to each other, inseparable. The best father and daughter relationship. All your friends being like family to me, and this happens? I won't want to let go, but I also won't want to be stuck in another abusive family. I'll be torn, breaking."

She sat down on the step, the gears in her head turning. I walked up and sat down next to her, "It won't happen again."

She snorted, "Yea yea..."

"No, really." She looked at me, I could feel her gaze. I just kept looking at the sky, "I'll take my time to know the girl. Make sure she's really who she says she is. Then, if she is abusive, i'll kick her out. If you're uncomfortable with her, even though it will pain me, i'll kick her out."

"Why?"

"Because...I want to be there when you decide to come out of your hiding. To open up to me and let go of your past. I want to be there to catch you, as you know. I want to help someone like everyone else helped me."

She looked away, at the sky. The sky was casting bright colors, sunset colors. Orange, purple, pink, blue, yellow...all of the colors coming together to form a canvas. A masterpiece. 

I looked over at her, noticing the tears, "Krystal?"

She looked down and wiped away her tears, "Never seen me cry huh? Not like this?"

I stayed quiet, letting her know that I want to hear what she has to say.

"Mark, not one family has cared for me like you and everyone else does. Not one have asked how I was. Not one that helped me with my problems. Not one that cared when I cried....I wouldn't want to give this up for the world. I just want you to understand something, I may not come out of my bubble. I may not open up to you. I may never even let go! So, if you do keep me, don't have your hopes up that you'll ever catch me. Or be there to catch me."

I looked back at the sunset. The sun was just about almost gone, the crickets starting to come out of their holes and chirping their songs. The nightly wind pushed the flowers and grass, causing the butterflies to cut their feeding and fly away. "Krystal, don't you think I know that? I know you may never open up to me. You've been through too much. But a person can hope. And a person can change..."

She nodded, "Yea...you never know with this world. A lot could happen."

We stayed quiet, watching the rest of the sunset.