This is a dream, isn't it? (Marcus Butler Fanfiction)

There's a girl..

Marcus P.O.V. 

This girl Nina was on my mind all night long. Why was she so embarrassed that she didn't want to talk to me yesterday any longer? I don't like seeing people cry but she should've stayed. She seems so nice and kind. She's also really pretty. I love the dimples that are showing up on her cheeks when she smiles. I don't get why she has to go through all this pain. I don't really know her but I somehow want to help her. I wish I just knew how.

Nina's P.O.V. 

I woke up with a tear-stained face. Did I really talk to my idol Marcus Butler on skype last night? That can't be real. I got up and changed in leggings, a oversized white shirt and fluffy blue socks. I went down in the kitchen and saw my mum drinking a cup of tea. "Good morning" she said with a worried voice. I was a bit confused, because she's normally at work every morning. "Morning, why aren't you at work?" I asked. "Your school called me and said that you weren't in school for 2 months?" She asked. "Hm I think so" I whispered as I poured milk into a glass. "You know that you can't graduate if you bunk school right?" She spoke to me and put her cup into the dishwasher. "I know", I said and went back into my room. "Wait Nina! Please tell me what's going on?" She shouted after me. "Nothing." I wonder why she actually cares about that. Maybe she was just bored.  

I wanted to write Marcus all day, but I was scared that I might annoy him with all that sentimental stuff. I've spent the whole day on tumblr and youtube, like always. It was already 3 o'clock as I reached my post-limit (idk what it's really called, I'm sorry) and I decided to play guitar afterwards. Music always makes me forget about everything around me. It was one of the few things that were keeping me alive. I was just in the middle of singing Stay by Rihanna as I received a text message. It was from Marcus. "Hey Nee, how you doing? Why did you go so fast yesterday? :( x" I was still completely overwhelmed by the fact that someone really cared about me and that 'someone' is called Marcus Butler, the boy I always admired. "Hey, I'm sorry for yesterday.. I was totally confused and embarrassed. I didn't want you to see me like that. I'm okay, thanks xx"

Marcus P.O.V. 

"Please don't lie to me, you can tell me everything :) You shouldn't have gone I would've tried to cheer you up! What will you do this evening? x"  

I hated it when she always said that she was doing fine, because I knew that it wasn't like that. After about ten minutes I started to worry because she didn't answer me. Did something happen to her?  

"Hello? Marcus?"  

I heard a voice beside me as I looked up.

"Are you okay?" Alfie said to me. He was my best friend for about 4 years and we knew each other very well. I think he's something like the brother I've never had. I'm really thankful for having such a good friend.  

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I was just a bit lost in my thoughts." I quickly replied without looking at him.  

"I know that something isn't right. Tell me what you were thinking about?" He asked carefully.  

"Oh Alfie.. errm there's a girl and she didn't answer me for about 15 minutes now. I'm scared if something happened to her." 

"Do I know her? Is something going on between you two or why are you worrying so much? There is certainly a simple reason for that, maybe she didn't hear her phone." 

"I don't know. I never saw her, she's a subscriber of my channel and she wrote me because of the last video I uploaded and yeah.. do you know now why I'm scared?"  

"Oh.. sorry I didn't know that."

Nina's P.O.V. 

I was in the shower, the razor not far from me. I grabbed it and cut one thick line in my underarm. I felt the warm blood prickling on my arm and cut one more time. I heard my phone ringing and realized what I was doing again. I threw the razor across the whole room and started to cry. Why am I always doing this? I always regretted it afterwards. I jumped out of the shower and was about to put a huge plaster on my still bleeding wounds as I saw that I was loosing much blood. The floor was full of blood. Did I cut too deep? I frantically ran to my phone and saw that Marcus called me a thousand times. I called back and soon heard a relieved voice speaking to me. "Why didn't you answer me? I thought that something happened to you!"  

There was a long silence before I answered.  

"I-I don't know I wasn't feeling well. I don't know what to say because something actually happened." 

I didn't know how I should tell him what happened. I soon found me staring in the mirror. Everything was blurry.  

"What hap-" was the last thing I heard as my body fell backwards onto the cold, hard floor and everything went black.