The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

11

Since the second I woke up this morning, I felt like I was sixteen again. I felt rebellious, my body aches like I've been partying, which I've done everything but that! Everyone was making me moody from screaming in my ear since 5:30 am. This was probably because today I had been woken at the crack of dawn to get ready. The organizer yapped all morning in my ear, which she wasn't even nice and forced me to get dressed for the 1 o'clock wedding at 11:30. As everyone gave me time to relax before the 'big show', I collapsed on the fancy sofa in my dressing room. I was asleep for probably an hour before I startled myself awake to realize my dress was more uncomfortable than I thought, my thong had sat wrong and made me cranky and my dress needed a sideways readjusting. My empty stomach was turning my anger to hanger, and I was left with a head ache from everyone tugging my fucking hair out when a bunch of prissy girls argued about doing my hair before I screamed at them to let me do it myself. Obviously that didn't happen and I had my hair done in a small waterfall braid and curls when I got too mad for them to decide. Some weird flowers were mixed in which didn't really sit comfortably with my tightly yanked roots. The whole combination of getting dolled up just hadn't left me feeling well.

With the heavy material wrapped around my body I peered to my right and the beautiful dress was starring back at me in the mirror. My eyes are painted a soft baby pink which is flattering to my pale skin. My lips were painted to a matte beige and my nails coated in a baby pink polish. My feet are too swollen to put the heels on right now, so they're put up to hopefully cool down. I had put on my beautiful jewelled anklets after the organizer left. She repeatedly screamed at me that I was a low life, and she was already raged that I had been covered with some beautiful black henna designs that I got yesterday. I don't really care that much, it's not like she's the one getting forced to marry someone. She repeatedly told me that it wasn't part of the plan, but honestly it had mixed even more beautifully with everything.

My stomach is pretty empty and I'm dying to eat something, but at the same time I'm too nervous to eat. I saw a plate of food on the other side of the room but didn't bother to stand up as I felt my morning sickness kick in a small bit when I almost talked myself into eating.

When my brain slowed down a bit, I thought more calmly about today. It was then that I remembered that this wasn't some dream of mine, and that today was a real thing. It's truly real. Something tells me nothing will be the same after today, and I don't doubt it.

A soft knock came to the door where I tilted my head back to see who was peaking through it.

"Thank god it's you." I mumbled with a sigh. Johnny came over and picked my feet up before sitting on the couch. He placed my legs on his lap and softly ran his fingers across my leg.

"You ready?"

"To get married in front of 400 people?" I questioned him rhetorically before letting our a small snort of sarcastic laughter.

"I saw Nathan doing something yesterday."

"He went in the forest?"

"Yeah... How did you know?"

I didn't respond and remained quiet in my thoughts for a minute. This isn't going to be a happy day but I can't do anything.

"Arie,"

"There's something."

"What?"

"A building." 

"I followed him,"

"You what?" I questioned him suddenly in almost anger.

The door opened and there stood the organizer. Her mouth dropped and instantly rushed in. I wanted to remember her name but I really didn't feel bothered after the fact that her first few words to me were 'Well, this'll be a piece of work.'