Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Chapter 27

A week a healing. A week after the war. A week after my tears. My heart still feels the pain that I most likely inflicted onto myself. I sit on my bed and watch Mark's videos with tears running down my face. That is the only way I can hope to cope with the pain. I wanted to go somewhere with our relationship. I wanted to be in more videos and make him laugh. I wanted to make him smile. Instead I bought him pain, physical and mental. What kind of idiot am I?

I regain my composure and decide to share my feelings with someone. The only person I can stand to talk to right now, Ashley. I call her and wait a while before she picks up the phone. "Hey." She answers happily.

"Hi." I respond with sadness in my tone, which was very obvious to Ashley.

"What did you do this time (Y/N)?" She questioned me with a tiny laugh at the end, not knowing how serious the situation is. A burst out in tears. "Woah, calm down. What happened?" He said with more urgency this time.

"H-he, h-he." I tried to say over and over again, "He broke up with me!" I finally got the words out.

Ashley didn't speak. She didn't need to. Her silence spoke a thousand words to me. Like, 'I'm astonished.' And, 'How could he do that to you?' With an addition of, 'You deserve better.'

"It's my fault." I spoke so Ashley didn't have to give me all of her sympathy.

"What did you do?" She asked. Then it struck me. Ashley doesn't know about Dark. She doesn't know about the rape or my feelings towards him. She probably wouldn't even believe me if I told her that I am living with a demon that looks exactly like Mark.

"I have an idea." I changed the subject, "Why don't we meet up somewhere to talk. I haven't seen you in person in like forever."

Ashley agreed and I was out of the house like a speeding bullet. I would do anything just to get away from all of the drama and sadness this house now holds within it. The worst part was Ashley wanted to meet at Starbucks. Heaven knows that I am not a fan of Starbucks. I just agreed so I could leave the house for a while.

I made my way over to the closest Starbucks to my house, and waited outside the doors until I spotted Ashley. After a few texts, she arrived and I hugged her tight. "It's great to see you." I said not wanting to let go of our hug.

"I'm glad to see you at a Starbucks. I thought this place was to 'white trash' for you." She said in quotations. Her joke made me laugh a little bit. I need more bright spirited people like her in my life.

"It's not that. I just don't like many items here." I admitted. We walked inside and I ordered my favorite drink, and Ashley ordered hers. She was kind enough to pay for mine so I didn't have to.

"So tell me, what's up?" She asked me again. I thought over everything. The best thing to do in my mind was to tell her the truth. If she believes me or not, that's her choice.

"I haven't been totally honest with you." I started. At this point she knew that she was in for something good. "I uh, have to tell you something that I should have told you earlier. I-"

"Tell me already!" She looked exited to hear my secret that I was about to share. I looked out the window that we sat by and saw all of the people passing by. All of the people who have problems in their own lives. Each one with an untold story that needs to be shared with the world, but is instead caged up never to be seen. Covered up by fake smiles and words.

"There is a another man living with Mark and I." I flat out told her.

Her face was stunned but then became more intrigued. "Is he hot? Do you think I would like him?"

"You have a boyfriend!"

"We broke up."

"Typical." Ashley goes through boyfriends so fast I don't even know how it is possible. "Well, this man is different. I don't know how often you watch Markiplier, and how much you know about him, but he has split personalities."

"Yeah, I know! My favorite is Wilford! He just doesn't give a fuck about anyone and wants to murder every bitch that stands in his way! So what does that have to do with this mysterious man living with you?"

I chuckled a little, nervous to let out the end of the secret. "Listen, I don't know how, but apparently one of his alter egos are real. And he lives with us. It gets complicated."

Her eyes lit up and sparkled through the lighting in the building, "Is it Wilford?" She almost shrieked expecting that it was.

"No," I said breaking her heart, "It's Darkiplier."

"Wait, wait, wait. You are telling me this whole time you have been living with a demon, and you never told me? So now you just expect me to believe you?" She questioned me. Great. Now she probably thinks that I belong in a mental institution.

"Y-yeah. That's exactly right." I said nervously. What if she thinks that I am so crazy that she doesn't want to be friends anymore? I try to not think of that possibility as I wait for a response.

Ashley smiles and takes a sip of her favorite drink. "Call me insane, but I believe you." She laughed a little. "It sounds really bizarre, but you like never lie to me, so I trust you. Also, why would you lie about that? I see no gain from your point of view.

My face became stunned with built in happiness. " I didn't think that you would believe me! Well, now that I got that secret out of the way, why not tell another secret?" I said more afraid about this secret. I debated in my mind if I should actually tell her this one. It can't be that big of a deal. I mean, Ashley has sex with boys all of the time. What does it matter if once it was without my consent?

"Hit me."

"Well, this one is harder to say."

"I can handle it."

"Okay, just be prepared. And before I say it I just want to let you know that I am fine, and it's no big deal." I tried to make her calm, before I would make her panic.

"Just say it!"

"Dark raped me!" I said a little too loud that I think someone else in Starbucks heard me.

"H-he-" She stuttered.

"I told you that I am fine. He was an idiot and things just went downhill. Please don't freak out. We patched things up by now. Well, sort of." I whispered the last part to her so she wouldn't worry even more.

"So, Mark wasn't your first?"

"No, he wasn't." I said ashamed.

"I gotta go. Sorry." Ashley packed up everything and rushed out of the building, leaving me all alone.

Everyone carries a secret, but what will happen when someone let's go of theirs?