Broken (Edited edition)

Awakening

My mind is foggy when I first wake up, a fog thicker than I've ever felt before.  I've been knocked unconscious before, but this feels more severe.  I've never felt so...hurt.  Physically and mentally  My eyes slowly open, bracing the blinding light of day.  Burning my retinas, until I adjust to the light.  I'm facing a wall, in a hotel room.  There's a picture of flowers on it that are blue and red in a white vase.  I don't know where I am, but it's better then being in that smelly apartment.  Better than on the cold concrete, or outside.  I feel an ice pack on the side of my head, and that side of my head is throbbing. I pull the pack off, and sit up on the bed.  I feel as if I've drunk an entire bottle of alcohol.   Dazed and a hammer of a headache.  A hammer that won't go away.

  I look around the room, and see I'm in a two bedroom hotel room.  A door separating them, and I can see that there's a living room on the other side of the door.  With couches and a small kitchen.  There's takeout containers on the small table, and a collection of cups and glasses.  Someone had a party or something.  Where am I? I try to remember the last thing I saw. The last I can think of is Jack leaping over the table, and beating the shit out Todd.  Then seeing Mark's face above me.  I'm in the same clothes, but my shoes are on the floor.  They are untied and look as if they're cleaned.  Who took the time to clean my shoes?  I sit up, scarred and afraid. Who's hotel room am I in?  Who took me from the building?  There's no one else in here, it's just me.

I try to stand, and feel like my head is about to burst.  I moan in pain, clutching at my skull.  It hurts so much, as if my skull is splitting.  I sit back down, and put the ice pack on my head again.  My stomach turns and flips, I feel as I'm going to throw up.  Pretty good I don't eat often, or else I'd be blowing chunks.  I turn my head to see it's bright outside, probably early morning.  I must've slept the entire night. I then see my bag on the bed beside me.  The zipper is pulled open, showing the contents of the bag.  I take it in my arms, pulling it open more.  I pull out my lion pillowpet, and my lion stuffed animal.  I clutch them against my chest, and hug them tightly.

The door of the hotel room opens, then closes softly.  I hear someone walking softly, and walks in from the living room.   Showing the face I've known so well.  That black hair, the brown eyes, the scruffy beard on his chin.  The muscular body, and the thin-fitting hoodie.  It's Markiplier's. He stares at me for a moment, and I stare at him for a moment.  I start shaking, my breathing becomes fast, I can hear my heart beating in my ears.  Then...I start crying.  Really quiet though, the way I've learned to cry.  So my sobs aren't heard, so that Todd wouldn't come beat me again.  So I could cry silently in the bathroom, and the teachers wouldn't come bother me.  He had to go through this trouble to keep me safe.  He had to put himself in danger, risk his life.

  I hide my face in my pillow, and I hear him walk over to me." Hey, it's okay.   It's alright.  I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe here.  It's going to be alright from now on.  You're safe now.  You're safe." He says, sitting down next to me on the bed. He hugs me softly, brushing his fingers through my hair.  I can feel him pull the tangled knots, which is somewhat painful but I don't stop him.  I feel comfortable being close to him.  I hug him back around his waist, and he seems stunned at this.  My grip is tight on his hoodie, that my knuckles turn white." Thank you." I cry softly into his shoulder. He sits there stunned a few moments longer, then he chuckles.  Placing his hands on my back.  Then he grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me away from his chest." You don't need to thank me for anything, I would've done it for anyone." He says, wiping my eyes." What's your name?" He asks as I try to clean up my face with a  tissue he gives me." It's um..." I stare at him.  His eyes are so sparkly.  Like brown gems in the sunlight surrounding us.  It almost impossible to look away." What? Do you not like your name?"