Scars (GOT7 Mark fanfic)

Chapter Four

All Credits to a.ibxts7 (Instagram)

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[Mark's POV]

"W-w-wha-what. H-how'd you.."..... "I wiped your arms with cool water and took off your sweater." She was quiet. "Why didn't you tell me." My voice became softer. "I didn't want to tell you why it all happened." She explained. "Well at least tell me that you did self harm. I'll understand. But the fact that you don't think I will hurts me even more!" My anger rose once again but not like before. It was a anger that I had towards myself. It wasn't all (y/n)'s fault. But I couldn't stay mad at her for too long. It was hard enough to see her cry once, I can't be mad at her. I started pacing around the room trying to calm myself down. I sighed multiple times. "You're really mad huh?" I looked at her with a 'you think?' look. "I'm mad cause I care!" I yelled. "Ugly." She said quietly. "I was called ugly," she said. Standing on the opposite of the room, "but everyone is called ugly eventually." With Despair in her eyes she said, "but you don't get it. I was new to how society worked, I was called ugly in middle school when I thought I had a crush on this one guy.

He called me ugly and I was bullied, I felt like I was locked up in a world with only myself. You know how kids are, they're brain washed to fit in like everyone else. Sadly I was what you call one of this kids. It hurts me Mark. You don't know how it makes me feel." She ended with a sigh. I sat next to her on the bed. I grabbed her arms by the rest, lifting them up into a kiss, two kiss on each of her scars on her wrist, making my way up towards her arms, one kiss there, and another kiss here. I kissed each and every scar on her. "With or without scars I'll love you no matter what. You're the most beautiful person I know (y/n). I'm not kidding. You're everything to me. I'm sorry I haven't told you, but you're the reason why I smile everyday. I wouldn't be here without you. Stop being scared and insecure. I'll make those go away when you're around me. Don't think that you're below me. We're perfect for each other. I love you (y/n), with or without scars." I brushed my lips against hers, a few tears rolled down her cheeks. I pulled away and wiped her tears. "Will you continue to talk? Please? For me?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "Did they call your voice ugly too?" She didn't answer. "Do you remember their names?" She nodded her head. "Tell em to me." I demanded. "Ricky & Jason" she said. I pulled her into a hug.

"Who cares what others think. You're perfect. And God bless you for being born into this world, thank you God for creating you. You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear your voice." She poured out her heart that night. Here eyes were red and puffy. I really never thought that someone could be hurt do much from the pass, but she was new to the environment, she was lost and scared. I wasn't there to guide her sadly. I guess it's hard to move on from the past, she must've been bullied very much, so much she let it get to her. (Y/n) use to be one of the strongest kids, not in strength wise, but strong. I guess that's what happened to her. I'm so sorry for everything. She cried in my arms, and it wasn't those beautiful silent cries, her cries were getting louder, it was like she wasn't crying but screaming, trying to catch her breath because she couldn't catch up with her tears, like I could feel her heart hurting. That's how bad things got. She cried herself to sleep, she was tired and I sat there holding her hand till she fell deep to sleep. "Goodnight (y/n)" I said. I sent that to her too. Even if she's here I'll always send her a text. I grabbed extra blankets and pillows and heard downstairs to the couch. The next morning I woke up to a knock on the door. "Who is it?"..... "Chris, here to get (y/n)!" He shouted. I unlocked the door.

"She's upstairs in my room." I said. "You two didn't sleep together right?" He asked. I pointed to my blankets and pillows on the couch. "Sure." He said. "I'll go get her." I told him. I walked up the stairs heavily. I knocked on the door, I peeked in and she was deep asleep. I shut the door quietly and grabbed her sweater. "(Y/n)-ahh... Wake up, wear your sweater, Chris is here. And you don't have to talk to them yet. Don't rush yourself." I said as I shook her lightly. She got up and put on her sweater. Before she walked out of my room I wrapped my arms around her waist with my chin on her shoulders. "Have a good day okay? I'm always here if you need something. Don't hide things anymore. I care, I really do. I love you." She patted my head stroking my hair. "I love you too" she said quietly. "Wait... What? You do..?" I asked. I was surprised and happy. "Well you know..." She trailed off.