How Can I Love You?

Preparations and Away

I woke up early this morning which was kind of odd.  I was really excited though, today I was going to put up my Christmas tree! Maybe I should have done it sooner but oh well, right.  Today was December 19th, Christmas was right around the corner and here I was trying to remember where I put my fake tree.  I went to the hall closet and found the box. 
    I dragged it to the living room and opened it up. It was a little bit taller than me, well about three feet taller actually.   I wasn't short, it was just tall.  I straightened out the bristles and put the parts together. 
    Now I had to find the decorations, why didn't I just put everything together?  I ran to my bedroom closet and pulled out a bin, it was really heavy so I pulled it into the living room and took the lid off. I saw several boxes of lights and opened them up, I plugged in each end in the wall to make sure they worked first.  I had blue, green, purple, red, and white lights. 
    First I untangled the blue ones and wrapped them around the tree, then the purple ones in the opposite direction. Then I put the green ones on in the original position. The entire time I did this I smiled, I really loved Christmas.  It always reminded me of my dad.  When I was little he would pick me up every year to put the star on the tree.  We would do everything together,  the decorations, make cookies, sing Christmas songs until we got on moms nerves. We would play in the snow for hours, he was like a little kid.  Really he was my stepfather, but to me he was my dad. 
    I laughed a little, I really missed him.  He actually died on Christmas Eve.  That was the funny thing about me, I loved this holiday so much but at the same time it just made me sad.  All for the same reason too.
     I started to hang the red and white lights on the walls down my hallway.  Once I had finished I started to pull out the box of tree ornaments.  I hung up some sliver and dark blue balls.  Then I put on some small purple stars.  After finishing the tree with other ornaments I looked down into the box and saw a sliver and light yellow star, just sitting there waiting.  I picked it up carefully and stared at it, nothing at that point could break my concentration.
    I looked up at the top of the tree, feeling like a kid again. I could practically hear my 8 year old self laughing, I could hear my dads voice telling me to hold the star tight so I didn't drop it.  My palms got sweaty, I stood on my tippy-toes and raised my arms.  I still couldn't reach, maybe I should get a stool I thought.  In that moment I felt something grab my waist and I felt like I was floating, I put the star on the tree and quickly turned around. 
    There was nothing, just my average everyday living room.  I felt like I was staring directly into someone's face.  I felt like I was looking into someone or somethings eyes.  What just happened. I couldn't think of anything, I knew for damn sure I couldn't fly so how did I do that. It wasn't me though, was it? Chills ran down my spine.
    I cautiously sat on the couch and turned on the tv, flipping to the news.  It had taken me a while to get the tree done so it was about time for it to start.  When it started they talked about some stars on tour, disasters all over the globe, weather other places were experiencing, and finally something that had gotten my full attention.
The blonde woman had started talking about a murder in the area.
Images of the 5 men who had been murdered appeared on the screen, it showed the crime seen, chalk outlines, blood samples. People with any information were to contact the police immediately. All cameras in the area had been wiped out completely. I was shaking, he had killed them. The man or thing or whatever he was had killed them, and I thanked him.
My phone started ringing and it made me flinch, I answered it.
"Hello"
"Oh my gosh honey have you seen the news, are you okay?"
"Yes," I remembered I had never told my mom about the other night "it's my fault mom."
"Honey I know your upset bu-"
"Mom I did this, I mean I myself didn't do it but it happened because of me," I got up and started pacing the room back and forth. I told her about that night, how I ran and they cornered me. I told her how I fought back and they got me down.
"Then this man, he just appeared out of no where an-"
The line went dead.
I looked at my phone, I knew it had been fully charged before but now I was looking at a black screen. Fuzzy pixelated lines formed across my screen. I looked up and heard a voice. It was deep and awfully familiar, I looked at my phone again but the voice didn't seem to be coming from there. I looked around the room "You can't see me (Y/N), this time it was from the phone or at least near it. I dropped my phone and backed up against the wall.
I felt a hot breath against my ear "Would you like to see me?" My breath became ridged and I was panicking on the inside. I could feel every emotion collapse on top of me. I was confused, scared, sad, angry, I felt lost and hopeless and all at the same time saved.  I dark figure of a man started to appear in front of me and I ran for the kitchen.  Seeing how my phone wasn't going to work, I could at least get a knife to defend myself. Just as I opened the drawer and picked one up I was swung around and my back hit the counter.  I raised up my arm hoping I could get a hit on this guy, but a dark covered hard held my wrist. 
    "Why would you stab your hero (Y/N)?" He cocked his head to one side and slid an arm around my waist. "I've been watching you for a while," he whispered in my ear "and I've got to say, you're something else."  I didn't know what to do, had he been what I had been feeling for days? Was he the one in the alley? He just called himself my hero.  Did he lift me earlier today, and what exactly did he do to my phone? Oh no my phone, my mom, she is kind of over protective of me.  She might have called the police, or worse, she might have decided to come here herself. I could hear my breathing. I looked him straight in the eyes. The same glowing red eyes from that night, but these didn't look angry. I couldn't explain what this was.  When I actually paid attention to his face, his voice, his eyes, it all made sense. He looked exactly like, like, Markiplier. This is crazy I thought there's no way... 
   He smirked, "Not much of a talker huh, well that's okay we should be going anyways." With that he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Hey put me down!" I shouted "Hey look, you talk." He replied slyly.
   I could feel my eyes get heavy and I tried to keep them open, but it was no use.  I tried to say something, anything, but I couldn't form any words to save my life. "Shh (Y/N)," he whispered "we're going somewhere safe." I heard him chuckle a bit.  I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I started to fall asleep.
  Everything was dark and cold, and all I could feel were warm arms wrapped around my legs, carrying me somewhere.  He was carrying me away.

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