Mark's pov.
I was sitting in y/n's room, checking Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, all of it. I saw some hate because I wasn't posting much lately, but it didn't bother me. Some people were being super nice. A lot of 'Take as much time as you need, we'll still be here.' And 'Y/n will be ok, she is strong!' I smiled. Most of my fans were being super supportive. I heard a commotion down the hall. I got up and peaked out the door. I saw a girl, she had curlyish dark dirty blonde hair, brown, rage filled eyes, and was wearing a orange shirt with a light blue 'S' on it with jeans and a light and regular green striped hat. Which reminded me of a watermelon. I saw doctors trying to hold her back, and she was struggling against them. I ran down to help. The girl was practically snarling at the doctors. Even kinda trying to bite them. She was hissing curses at the doctors and fighting against them. "Let me through!" She hissed. "You can't! Someone is in there with her. He said. He wanted to be alone with her!" A doctor said. 'Wait... I had said that...' I thought. "Hey! What's going on?" I said. The girl stopped struggling and stared at me. "Oh. Mark. This girl was trying to get through to see y/n." The closest doctor said. "You know her?" I asked the girl. The girl glared at the doctors. "Yeah. I'm her best friend since second grade!" She hissed. "Abby?" I guessed. She stared at me. "How did you know?" She asked. "Y/n talked about you sometimes. She said if I ever saw a girl with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, who was trying to kill someone, that it was you." I said. "That does sound like me." The girl said.
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