Victimized

One-ups

My sweet dog loves the food, I give her around a 1 1/2 cup and a treat afterwards. One-up is a young German Shepard, not quite full size yet and her full size is a bit small. I got her for protection, two years ago. Just after I started mental therapy with that sick twisted place. I would feel bad about friends that I left behind, but I never had any. I go to my YouTube account and the video has 15 views? How did THAT happen?! I have 6 subs. I'm so happy that people actually like me! I grab my camera and make another vid.
"Yoyoyo, YT/N here! I'm making my second vlog and I just want to thank you for actually liking my video and subscribing to my channel already! I won't let you down." I am more determined than I have been in years. I'm more excited too, and this really was a good idea. I should get a part-time job, though, just until this pays well. One-up barks and comes up to me. I hush her, and point the camera at her. "This is one-up, my dog. She is around 7 or 8, and pure German Shepard." She barks again and goes to the door. I look at the camera, "Let's go out and play with one-up!" I walk her outside going down a bunch of stairs, and put the camera on on the last set of stairs. "Cmon one-up! Good girl!" I have a portal-themed collar on her, but no leash. Memory reasons. "I don't like to leash my dog. She's obedient and I let her be a free spirit, like me." I get some shots of my playing with my dog, and go back up to my room. I feed her a treat, "Good girl, one-up!" And do my outro. "Well that's it for this vlog, I'll do a gaming video soon and have some social media accounts for you by next upload, and you'll see me soon!" And camera off. My stomach growls and I see its 12:30. I head to the Chickfila for a meal and a job. I'll be a register person or something, my manners are bound to put me somewhere. Maybe I'll do pick-up lanes. I go to the small library and print out a resume, and apply online. I head to the Chickfila to order food, and get another 6-piece with a small fries and this time a lemonade. I eat.

-time skip- 2:15-

I am on the swings in the park because I just don't care. It's fun, and I didn't get to do much of it as a child. A guy walks up to me in sunglasses, with blonde hair. I shudder. He looks mean. He laughs at me, horrid-sounding. "Look at the little kid on the swing set. Time to go home to mommy, little one." He chuckles. I do my best to ignore him, which is easier on a swing. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He grabs my foot and pulls me off as I swing back. He chuckles as I fall to the ground, stopping when he realizes I landed gracefully on my feet. I've always had balance and movement precision skill.
He growls and pushes me downwards. I stop myself from hitting ground using my foot, and from much falling with my arm. He kicks my foot back and I land on my arm. I quickly move back so he can't hit me anymore. He lunges for me and I jump away. He grabs my wrist and I turn it, so his arm turns more than mine and he either lets go or probably breaks a bone. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me onto the swing again, and holds me there while he slaps me continuously. I'm trying to grab his hand but he's holding my shoulder too far back. I suddenly see someone pushing him out of the way. A flash of red fluff and they are in a fistfight on the kids slide. Luckily there are no kids around. I look to see Markiplier beating up that blonde guy. A pair of sunglasses goes flying into a tree, and I run over towards the boys. Mark is winning, but I can't just stand there. I push the guy off Mark and kick him in the head. He grabs my ankle, and I step on his arm with that foot. He lets go and I back up. "Now, leave her alone, or get my fist in your face again" Mark demands. The guy gets up and runs to his car. Mark turns to me and my cheeks with red marks. I put my head down. Mark has bruises all down his arms. "Are you alright, Y/N? How bad are you hurt?" I nod. My face burns, but I'll be okay. I'm... Fine... Just a little lightheaded. That shouldn't be happening. I start to tip over, and Mark catches me. "Y/N?!" He says loudly. I stop spinning, and I can breathe normally. I lean back up. "S-sorry." "Nonono, come on. I don't know that you're okay, I'll take you to my place." I step back, "You don't have to." He shakes his head and steps forward. "Yes I do, come on." He grabs my shoulder firmly. "I'm not worth the time, Mark. Let me go." I push away but he doesn't let go. He frowns, upset. "Come on, I just need to see that you're okay." I pull away again, but he holds tighter. "Stop, I'm not going to burden you again. I don't want to make you try to care for me, I'm not worth it!" He isn't letting go! I try to twist, but he grabs my upper arm too. He pulls me away shaking his head. I shrink. Is he going to tie me down? He probably will. "Cmon" he says.

-time skip, we are at the apartment-

We walk up the stairs, him still pulling me just less than before. I still can't get away from him, but I think he means well. "Can I take my dog?" He looks at me. "Sure, is your place close by?" We are on my floor. I point to one of the apartments. He looks a bit concerned at its size. "Alright, grab him. Or her." "Her." I say, open the door and call, "One-up! Over here! Come!" To her. She comes running. I smile, fluff in my arms "Awww! She's adorable! One-up, you said?" I smile, the name sounds cheesy. "Yea. One-up. You have one, I remember." He chuckles. "Yea, I have my Chica sweetheart" I nod. I love his videos but I can't trust anyone in this world, unfortunately. We walk up the stairs, and he never lets go of my shoulder.

"Trust isn't everything- in fact it sucks. You just have to pretend to trust, and it will all work out."
-anonymous

So yea. That's... It. The quotes are going to get happier as we go along, because we are going to get happier as we go along. I will refer to you, the reader, as we because I'm writing this for me aswell! This one is a bit long, but pfft!