Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

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I woke up shivering on the cold pavement below me. I only had a blanket and the clothes I was wearing.
Ripped jeans, subtly ripped F/C (Favourite color) shirt, a jacket and some worn out shoes.

I had been kicked out of home by my step-mom recently. My dad had died so my step-mom was in control now and always hated me.

No one ever explained what had happened to my Mom. Then here I am, roaming the streets of LA. My step-mom had only been so kind enough as to give me that blanket and few days clothes but I had worn them all now.

It had been a month or so now and a few kind people had bought me dinner or lunch every so often. But I never had breakfast.

I stood up and carried my blanket, shivering in the cold. Winter was coming and I was afraid since I had no shelter and no way of contacting relatives - or anyone. I walked on the pavement, head down. I suddenly bumped into someone, causing me to fall backwards and land on the pavement.

"Ow...I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" I looked up to see a blue-haired man with a kind smile. He reached out his hand and pulled me up.

"Are you okay?" the deep voice asked.

"Y-yes," I answered shyly, looking at the pavement.

"Shouldn't you be at home at this time of morning?" he asked.

I looked away and started to walk away, hating the memory of hearing the news about my dad and then being kicked out the week after.

"W-wait!" the man called out, following behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Leave me alone!" I snapped, turning my steady pace into a run.

"No! Please! S-stop!" he implored from behind.

I simply kept running until I found an alleyway. I slowed down to catch my breath and sat down on the familiar cold floor, resting my back against the bricks of a building. I started to break down into sobs.

"Why did you have to die, dad?" I mumbled angrily,"Why'd you have to re-marry to such a bitch? Why did you do this to me?" My sobs became a waterfall of tears as I pulled my knees to my torso and rested my head on them.

"Why, why, why?" I whispered to myself through my tears.

Unexpectedly someone sat down beside me, making me look up in surprise. It was the same man from before. I scooted away from him.

"I said leave me alone." I reiterated, putting my head on my knees again.

"I know," his gentle, deep voice answered,"but I want to help you."

I sat in silence, trying to hide my tears.

"I-uh...I overheard you. I'm sorry for your loss." he apologised.

I raised my head to look at him but simply returned to my fetal position.
He breathed a deep sigh.

"I know it must be tough for you...but it's not your dad's fault."

"Don't talk about my dad!" I snapped up and stared at him dead in the eye.
He seemed to freeze.

"Take it easy-"

"No! I won't take it easy!" I interrupted him.

"S-sorry." he apologised.
I looked away, anywhere but at him.