"Stupid," he shouts as he pushes me to the dirt. "Weak," he yells as he kicks me, over and over, until I cough up blood. "You're pathetic, Mark!" he says finally, and unsheathes a blade from his coat sleeve. The very blade I used to throw at the target when he taught me. The blade that now pierces my heart.
I wake with a start, shaking and sobbing, and I curl up into the fetal position, trying to chase away the cold fear that has locked my limbs in place. This pain. What I feel every day. This is what haunts me as soon as sleep has me in it's clutches. Because in my nightmares, pain has free reign and it will not hesitate to beat me down again.
Every day, I have to force myself not to flinch when I see him with Her. 'They look happy' I remind myself when their lips lock under the tree we used to lie underneath. 'He looks happy.' I think, and force myself to wipe my face free of the tears.
Every day, I feel this pain. He still speaks with me. He still smiles at me. It still sends the stabbing pain through my chest. The blade from my dreams hurt less, I think. And then he's gone, and I feel cold and alone once again.
Nothing has been able to distract me. No one. I have tried nearly everything. But he claims my every thought, and allows pain to rule.
That's how it was, until I was saved. Saved by you.
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My Deepest Fear (Septiplier)
FanfictionMy good friend Jasmine (frosted_shadows) started this story a looong time ago and when I proposed turning it into a septiplier she loved the idea and so I'm gonna write the rest but she's gonna edit it so enjoy! Mark thought his relationship was per...
