It was late at night when I felt my throat tighten uncomfortably and my stomach clench upwards.
My week arms threw the heavy layer of covers away from my body and stumbled into the bathroom, startling Mark to consciousness. I felt my stomach throw all the remains out from my body. I reached the toilet before it was too late. I threw up liquid. My body kept throwing up even when there was nothing left to give up, and it made my insides scream in pain. Once I felt myself catch a gasp of air I spat all the disgusting stomach acid in. I fell to my knees, weaker than before and just collapsed on the ground right after.
"Arie?" Mark asked after me as he came in, still half asleep as he approached me. His voice was low and groggy. He flicked the light switched on and instantly made my force my eye lids closed from the burning light. "Was it morning sickness?"
"I guess so," I replied weakly in exhaustion.
"Come on, let's get you back in bed." He said as he hauled me up from under my arms. I tried to stand up, but collapsed into his chest when my legs gave out. Mark proceeded to pick me up like a bride and carried me back to bed. He made his way back to the bathroom where he cleaned up after me and then brought me a damp towel.
"You're... Looking thin,Arie. You have been for a while."
"I haven't been eating." I told him. A sudden draft of coldness filled me and left me trying cover myself under the multiple covers.
"I'll have to get you something."
My body began to shiver and I curled into a little ball to make some heat.
"Here's a bucket incase you ever get sick again." He mentioned me. He placed the bucket below the hospital bed as a short distance to reach.
"Thanks," I replied to him.
"I'll go get you some food, I'll be right back." Mark told me right after, still half asleep from his deep slumber. The room was dark except for the bathroom. The door was closed but the bright light shined below the door. I turned over onto my side where I closed my eyes shut and let myself sleep off my nausea.
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A cold black street, right in front of the brick building, like the one I saw just a few days ago. I see shadows, large ones, taller than me by many times. I feel myself want to step away but as I do I felt myself light up as bright as the sun. I shined there brightly like a spotlight.
"That's her!" I heard a voice call for me. I felt something wrap around my neck suddenly, and there in front of me I saw my own brother. I pulled on his wrist violently. When I tried to scream I was voiceless. My air was gone and I felt my throat hurt but no sound came. Finally I was let go and fell straight on my back. I opened my eyes and suddenly above me stood my brother, Jason and Andy. I could see the devilish smirk on Jason's face, as he towered me. His blue eyes starred into me and made me sick. I felt the bottom of his shoe place on my palm.
"Sweet, sweet Arie. How dare you run."
I tried to tug my hand away but I was incomparable to him. I felt my hand tear and cut underneath his foot against the sharp gravel. I felt my brothers foot on my side, he pressed down on my hips. I pulled my knees into my chest in response, in hopes I'd be able to fight against their rough control.
"Get up," Jason yelled at me. Like a weightless ball I was suddenly floating in their hands. I tried to kick and scream but I was defenseless. They held my arms right behind my back with a hand slapped across my lips holding me back. Andy placed his hands on my hips sexually while I was forced into a back bend on Jason. I was bent against his arm as he held me in a painful bend. His one hand latched my two wrists together. With my head pulled back I saw Jason watching me back just as long. I wanted to fight back but I was a weak doll in their hands.
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The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)
FanfictionMy name is Arie McLoughlin...well it should've have been in 15 days. Against my own desire, I now carry a rock on my finger ...and it doesn't belong to Sean.