Daddy and Me (Adopted by Markiplier)

Dreams

You...

    I woke from another dream, wet in a cold sweat. This had happened plenty times before. The bad memories of mommy protecting me from daddy's friend. I looked around the darkness to find a few of the other kids looking at me. I lie back down and stare at the darkened ceiling.

   I was staring at the ceiling when it turned into Ms. Berry's face. She was mean to everybody especially me. She called me stupid and dumb, just because I wouldn't talk when I had the scary dreams. But I knew I was smart, Mommy always said it before she put the sharp thing on her arm. She would be asleep for hours after that leaving me with daddy.

   I know I'm supposed to love my daddy, but I don't. He was always mean to me. One day I was looking out the window watching the birds fly when he picked me up. He used to pick me up and put me on his shoulders but he didn't do that. But, he did pick me up and yell something I couldn't understand, slapped me, then he threw me against the wall, and then left with a bottle of adult juice in his hand. Mommy would usually stop him and then he would hit her. When Mommy was asleep Daddy and his friends would hit me and yell all the bad words towards me.

I sat there FOREVER, until the sun woke up from its own type of sleep. I jumped from my small bed and put on the dress Ms. Berry gave me. It wasn't very pretty just a plain red dress. I ran down the stairs with my bare feet as shoes. I sat at the small table and grabbed my paper and the few crayons I had.

   I remember the dream I had last night. My drawing had a lot of red and black. The black thing was sucking me and Mommy into it. Mommy had pushed me out of the way and the blackness turned into the shape that hurt Mommy. It the dream it made a loud BOOM but on the paper it only had more red colors.

   After finishing I sat there and drew a little yellow flower, I named him Flowy. A few minutes later Ms. Berry came in with her hair in a mess and a purple robe on. She looked at the dream drawing I had made and gave me a bad looking face. She stormed off into the small kitchen. She came back with a bowl of cereal and threw it next to me. I had to eat it or she would take my crayons away, I learned that the hard way. I quickly ate my cereal and returned to my drawing.

   After drawing a few more pictures of Flowy and some friends to go along with him, some of the other girls came down in their dresses. The older girls didn't usually wear their dresses, only when the people came and took them away. I was scared for this to happen to me. What if they hurt me like daddy did? What if they didn't love me? I was too scared they would hate me.

   I just sat in the corner drawing while some people came in and took some of the other girls. Ms. Berry was now in some blue pants and a bright pink shirt with her short hair in a frizzy mess. After a while she came up to me, to make sure I wasn't drawing the stuff I saw in my dreams, but I always did. I didn't want to be picked I rather stay here with Ms. Berry even if she did call me stupid.

   "(Y/N), honey someone wants to talk to you."She said in her softest voice. I nodded my head and got up. "This is Mark." She said pointing to a man with red hair, I giggled at the sight.

   "What are you laughing at?" He said in a silly voice squatting down to my height. I pointed to his red hair. "Oh, yeah that is pretty silly isn't it?" He said with a smile and I nodded.

   "Would you like to speak to her in private?" Ms. Berry asked Mark.

   "Yes, I would love that." He said standing back up.

   "Well follow me." She said leading us towards the white room. She opened the door and me and Mark went in.

   "What is your favorite color (Y/N)?" He asked.

   I pointed to his head.

   "Which one, the red, or the black?" He said with a funny smile.

   "The black." I said with a laugh.

   "What I thought you liked the red?" He said starting to cry?

   "Don't cry." I said speaking to him cause I liked him, he was funny. I didn't want him to cry because of me. I got up from the chair and walked over there to hug him.

   "I'm not, I was just joking." He said with a smile hugging me back.

   I just nodded my head towards him.

   "So, (Y/N) how old are you?" He asked as I walked back over to my chair.

   I jumped in my chair and got comfortable then held up five fingers.

   "You're pretty old then, aren't you?" He with a smile.

   I laughed and shook my head no. I pointed to him, hoping he would get what I meant without me speaking.

   "What? Are you wanting, to know how old I am?" He said with another goofy face.

   I laughed at his face and shook my head yes.

   "Welp, I'm 27, I KNOW I'M SO OLD." He said with a smile but his yelling scared me.

   I just pushed myself onto the chair more and cradled my knees to my chest.

   "Are you okay?"He asked starting to get up.

   "Y-yes" I said getting scared.

   "Okay. I'm sorry for yelling if that's what scared you." He said with a smile.

   "O-Okay." I said relaxing a bit.

   "I have a question." Mark said shifting in his seat.

   I shook my head, showing him he could ask me.

   "Were your mommy and daddy nice to you." His words made me frown.

   "Mommy was really nice to me, but Daddy wasn't." I said looking down to the floor.

   "I'm sorry (Y/N). Do you want a new Mommy and Daddy?" He asked with a different smile from all the others.

  I shook my head yes.

   "Do you wanna come with me?" He asked quietly. My eyes went wide with his question.