"Hi! I'm Mark. I don't think we've met before, have we?"
"Uh-um, no. I-I don't think we have. I'm, um, (Y/N), but you can c-call me Kai." I stumble over my words.
You idiot, the voices whisper. He probably thinks you're a total idiot.
"stop it...." I mutter to myself.
"What's that?" Mark questioned.
"I, um, I said," I stumble, quickly trying to find an excuse. "I was wondering, what classes do you have?"
"Oh! Let me just show you my schedule." Mark spoke.
He handed me his slightly crinkled paper, and I compared our schedules side by side. Our agendas were exactly identical.
"Haha, looks like we have very similar classes," I say. I was starting to relax a bit more.
"Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together then, " Mark said in his husky voice.
"Yeah, I guess so." I smile. Maybe I could actually make a friend.
BRINNNGGGGGG
The bell screeches.
Immediately, the teacher starts to introduce himself and such, but all I can think of is the handsome, red-haired devil who is seated beside me.
A/N
IM SORRY I SUCK AT WRITING I KNOW
I TRIED OKAY?!
YOU ARE READING
"Let me Help You" - Markiplier x Depressed Reader
FanficWords to describe me - depressed- suicidal- a cutter- worthless- disgusting- ugly- sad And then I met Mark WARNING: SELF HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION, DEPRESSION, ETC.
