Scars (GOT7 Mark fanfic)

Chapter Three

All Credit to a.ibxts7 (instagram)

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[Mark's POV]

Ana: "So... What happened yesterday?" Me: "Nothing." I then shrugged my shoulders.
Ana: "didn't seem like it."
Me: "whatever"
Ana: "do you like her?" Me: "y-n-no"
Ana: "you hesitated!!" Me: "I'm going to my room!"
I quickly ran up the stairs every other step. I closed the door behind me and laid down on my bed. Do you think (y/n) knows about my feelings? I mean... She does right? That was just a huge clue I gave her yesterday! I've held it in for so long, I guess I can't sit still no more. I took a nap until I had to pick up (y/n). A few hours later my alarm went off and I got up right away, I grabbed my keys and ran down the stairs, I crossed the street and walked to her front door. As I knocked Chris opened the door, "Sup." we briefly shook hands as I tilted my head up. "MARK'S HERE!" Chris yelled out.

[Your POV]

I quickly slipped on some jeans and put on a white shirt with my grey sweater. I really can't believe my parents are letting me go to a party. I quickly ran towards the door and twisted it open, Mark fell onto me as he was gonna open the door. Luckily he didn't fall down. "Sorry!" He said. He wrapped his arm around me, "ready to go?" He asked. I nodded my head, before we left my dad told Mark that I had be home by 10:30pm, but he can trust Mark, he should.

[Mark's POV]

When we got to the party I held her hands tightly inside, just so she doesn't disappear. We walked over to the couch hand in hand, she sat of the couch as I was standing talking with my friend Kevin. "Here." Kevin handed me a cup of beer. "Nah" I had to drive back home. As the night went on (y/n) was just following me around the house. Finally a slow song came on. I pulled her in close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She tried pulling away, her cheeks were red. "One dance, that's it." I rested my chin on her, many things crossed through my mind as we were dancing. I kept wondering why she stopped talking, why she cut us off, why she became a independent person, why she changed, what made her like this. I've always wanted to ask. I've always wondered. Why. Just why. But I knew she never wanted to talk about it, she's had enough from her parents always on her case. They've stopped for quite a bit now. Our eyes locked on each other, our bodies connected, the moment was perfect. Before I knew it I slowly pulled her into a soft kiss. Eyes locked on us, she pulled apart being afraid and insecure. She ran outside. "AISH!" I just wanted to yell louder than I did in the house. I ran after her and saw her running, I chased along the trail, as I blinked for even a second she ran across the street. The next second that I blinked a car was speeding towards her.

Then the next second I couldn't move. The second after that the car stopped just in time. My heart skipped a beat as everything froze in the world. She wasn't covered in blood, she didn't get hit, I ran with lightning speed towards her, before it all happened she fainted. As she fell into my arms I lifted her legs up into a bridal style. I ran to my care and laid her in the passenger seat besides me. I drove her to my house, holding her hand. My heart beat was increasing wondering if she was ok. When we eventually reached to the destination i took her up to my room, I guess no one was home, they probably went out. I wasn't going to take her home like this, they'd never trust me with (y/n) again. I felt her forehead, she didn't have a fever. She was cold. She was sweaty, a trail of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her shirt was wet. Was it ok to undress her... She'll understand right? It was a emergency, I ran downstairs filling a bowl with cool water and a towel walking back upstairs. I unzipped her sweater slowly being hesitant. I slowly started pulling off her sweater off her arm. My eyes widened, I quickly took off the sleeve on her other arm. I was speechless. "Wh-whhh-wha-what" the scars on her arm, many scars on each arm, small slits on her wrists, they were bruised, they were all dried up blood, it looks like it's a actual scar that's been there for years.