Remembering [Markiplier love story]

Chapter One: Waking Up

[Narrator POV]

Your head is pounding, you hear cars and commotion all around you. You flutter your eyes open to see you laying in an alley way behind a trash bin. You grunt sitting up. 

"What... where the hell?" you say confused. Your head rings and you hold your face in your hands. "Ow... shit..." You stand up to be more aware of your surroundings, it was dark out. You see brick building on either side of you, the trash bin you were behind, trash bags placed almost all around, and a metal fence on one end of the alley. On the opposite side, you see bright lights and people walking up and down the streets. You slowly walk towards the end, examining the buildings around you. You finally make it to a side walk. People stare at you and try to keep distance. Walking towards a display window, you see your reflection.

'I look like shit.' You say in your head while pushing your red hair down to look more presentable. 'What the fuck happened to me?' Your clothes look ratted like you were just in a fight, you fixed your jacket and tank top to a somewhat better look, you also roll your jean legs up a little to give off the more 'edgy' look. You look more decent at least.

After walking what felt like ten miles, you come to an apartment building. Wooden steps leading to the third and top floor of the building. Bikes are on racks just underneath the steps, and doors line the hallway. 

"Hello?" You say looking all around. Nobody was out, probably sleeping. Your head starts intensely ringing with pain. You groan a bit. Sitting down by the bike racks, your head starts calming down and you start to hear screams and cursing.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" A male voice screams out, muffled by the closing door but you could make the words out clearly. It came from the door a couple rooms down from you, laughs and cursing came from it often. You shrugged it off and started to get tired. Taking  your jacket off you used it as a blanket, resting your head on a bike tire putting the sleeve of the jacket in between. You start dozing off.

About an hour later, the door that the screaming came from opened and a pink-haired man walked out.

"Bye Wade, I'll see ya next time." His deep voice spoke. He walked down your direction and noticed you shivering and twitching. Your red hair still a slight mess but draped down your shoulders. He looked at you with concern. 'Should I wake her?' the man thought crouching down beside you. You suddenly grunted awake, scaring him slightly. "Are you ok?" the man asked concerned. You stared at him for a little, he had faded pink hair, a nice muscular figure, and caring deep brown eyes. "Ma'am?" You snapped out of concentration.

"I-I um..." You stutter, voice kind of stale. "I'm sorry." You finally mutter.

"Why are you apologizing?" He grinned. "Why are you sleeping out here?" he asks tenderly. He stares at you, looking at all your facial features. The slightly messy fiery hair, bright green-blue eyes, and your not-too-noticeable freckles.

"I-I don't know..." You say. His face is caring. He could tell you weren't drinking, you were too aware of your surroundings, and your breath may had smelt bad, but defiantly not from alcohol.

"Uh, do you have a room?" He starts. "I can help you to it if you need."

"I.. don't know where I am..." You respond. He looks confused.

"What do you mean? " He asks. "Are you lost? Do you remember where you live?"

You shake your head slightly. "I don't remember anything, all I know is I woke up in an alley way a few miles from here. My head hurt so horribly..." He looks questioning at you. His strong arms grab you in gently, leaning you forward. You resist a bit.

"Don't worry," His voice was soft. "I just want to see if you're hurt. You loosen up and he tilts your head  down slightly, running his hands through your  tangled hair. You wince in pain as he accidentally touches a very sore spot on your scalp.

"Ouch!" You mutter.

"I-I'm sorry," his voice apologetic. "But you do have a pretty nasty bump on your head here. It's bleeding a little. I can help you if you want?" he asks looking into your eyes, he smiles and stands up holding his hand out to help you up. Jacket in hand you hesitantly take his hand.

"I'm Mark." he says looking at you.

You smile. "I'm Avery." at least you remember that much.