Markiplier/Darkiplier Stories

Broken Home pt. 1 (trigger warning)

    I sighed as I open the door to my new home. It wasn't much; just a small, broken down house. It had cracks in the walls and ceiling, it was not the cleanest, and it really looked as if it was going to cave in on itself. I looked around and cringed "This is all I could afford." I thought to myself.

    I slowly turn away from the door and walk towards my vehicle to unload it. I didn't have much stuff that I brought with me. I only had, what seemed to be, four boxes of clothes and other things.

    I open my trunk and place each box on one another to make it easier to carry into the house. The boxes themselves weren't heavy so I easily made my way into my home. I place the boxes down by the door and walk back outside to lock my vehicle and shut the trunk.

    I glance around at my neighbors houses. All of them were beautiful. They had bright green grass that overflowed their lawn. They had white fences that surrounded their home. The houses were bigger and more sturdy then mine was. I envied their homes, I envied their lives.

    I turn around to glance back at my broken home. I didn't want to call it my home, but I had no choice. Darkness soon fell as I walk back inside, closing the door behind me. I lock it and sit down on the floor. I didn't have any furniture, I didn't even have a bed. I was too afraid to actually go and look about the house, it could cave in on me at any moment. I looked down at my legs and arms, cringing at the bruises and cuts. I know why they were there and it wasn't my fault.

   

*flashback*

    I screamed out in pain as the hand struck my face. I crumbled to the ground beneath my mother, laughing at me while doing so. I didn't cry though, she'd only make it worse if I did. She laughed once again and picked me up from the ground. "Why must you be such a fucked up daughter? No wonder your dad left us." I could smell the alcohol on her breath as she yelled at me. She was always drunk or high on some kind of drug. She started doing this after dad left.

    She continued to cuss, belittle, and abuse me. I would normally just let her take her rage out on me, but today I just couldn't take it. I shoved her away from me harshly, causing her to only grow more angry. She charged at me but I moved away too quickly. I ran out of the kitchen and back into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I knew she was going to find her way inside so I did what any abused 18 year old could do, I packed up my shit and left my house through my window.    

    Since my mother was always drunk or high, she gave me the keys to her car to take her everywhere. I quickly ran to the car and climbed inside. I could see my mother as she paced the kitchen, smoking a cigarette with a bottle of vodka in her hand. She didn't notice the headlights come on as I pull out of the driveway. I didn't know where I was going, all I knew was that I was leaving a broken life behind. I knew my mother left all of her drug money in the clove compartment so I open it to see how much I would have to last. She had about 17,000 dollars, I couldn't believe she had that much just for fucking drugs.

    I knew my way around LA pretty well due to my mom so I knew that there were a few houses for sell a long way away from her.  I make my onto the highway, finally letting the tears fall. I finally left her and I knew she wouldn't come looking for me. I didn't want her to come looking for me, either. I quickly make my way to the better side of LA and take in the views. I never got to enjoy this due to her always rushing me. Now, I'm out on my own and I am finally free.

    I continue to drive until I see a for sale sign beside a cozy, little neighborhood. I turn in and drive around, looking for the house that was up for rent at least. I finally see it and gasp. It was so broken down and old, it reminded me of my mothers house. I could feel the tears pricking up in my eyes once again as I park the car outside of the house. I saw a man standing outside, he seemed to be standing around looking for buyers.

    I climb out of the car and walk up to the man. I smile softly "Hello sir, is this the house for rent?" He smiled brightly back at me and took my hand in his to shake it. "Yes dear, it is. Are you looking to rent?" I nod my head and look down, beginning to cry once again. "Well, it's only about 200 dollars for rent. Is that okay?" I nod once again, looking up with tear filled eyes. His expression quickly soften as he looked at me. "Are you okay, dear? Why are you crying?" I sniffle and try to figure out what to tell the nice man. "I just left a pretty bad life, I'm happy that you're going to let me rent this place. I'm only crying because it remains me of my old home."

    He smiled gently and wrapped me in a warm hug. It was unexpected, but welcomed nonetheless. I cry into his chest as he continues to hold me. "There, there dear. You know what, take the place. Free of charge." I look back up at the man standing before me. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother." He chuckled softly, moving the free hair from my face. "I'm sure, go ahead and put your stuff inside. I'll come back tomorrow with paperwork, okay?" I nod my head, trying to form a good enough thank you. "Thank you so much, sir. This means so much to me." He squeezed me softly and finally let go. "It's okay, don't thank me."

    With that, he left me standing in front of the house. He waved at me and I waved back. I finally have a home away from that woman. I'm finally free.

    I was pulled out of my memories by the sound of knocking at my door. I slowly stand up and walk to the door. I hesitate before opening to the door, but I open it anyways. As I open the door, I see a man standing before me.