The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't concentrate in class because i was either mindlessly staring at mark or thinking about him. I was obsessed.
The last period bell rang, it's shrill screech piercing my ears.
Mark stood up, and i copied his maneuvers.
I'm like a god damn yandere,
I have to stop this. If I get close to him, he'll hurt me like everyone else. My cardigan itches my past terrors etched into my skin.
I ignore it.
I ignore the students.
I ignore my obsession.
I ignore life.
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"Let me Help You" - Markiplier x Depressed Reader
FanfictionWords to describe me - depressed- suicidal- a cutter- worthless- disgusting- ugly- sad And then I met Mark WARNING: SELF HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION, DEPRESSION, ETC.
