Scars// Adopted by Markiplier

Thinking

2 days later
Piper POV

It's been two days since I haven't took my meds. Mark forgot and I'm glad that he did. They were horrible.

I relapsed again last night. I didn't mean to. It just... It feels so good and I can't help it.

Mark is really stressed. I feel so bad. I know it's my fault, but I know Mark wouldn't say that. I don't know though, he could turn like my last foster dad did.

*flash back*

"Get me a beer." He said not even looking at me. "Yes sir."

I walked in the dirty kitchen to get him one. There were dishes and pots everywhere.

"Hurry the fúck up!" He yelled as I heard something crash.

I heard footsteps.

I'm dead. I'm so dead.

"Why are you taking so fùcking long!" He said and slapped me.

"I-I'm sorry s-sir." I said.

I stuttered. Fück my life.

"Don't stutter!" He yelled as he slapped me harder than last time and I fell to the floor.

I started crying.

"You're so weak!" He yelled as he pushed me into the cabinets.

He dragged me to my room as I was kicking him in an effort to get away.

I knew what he was going to do to me. This is the usual. Getting beat up. It's pretty much the cycle everyday.
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That was the second time I tried to commit suicide. I tried to overdose on some pain medication my foster dad had.

I didn't notice I had a few tears going down my face. "Holy shït! Piper! Piper! Get down here please!"

I ran down the stairs, what is he so worried about?

"Piper oh my god I'm so sorry!" Mark said as he was getting some water.

"What are you talking about?" I said.

"Your medicine!"
I winced at how loud he was.

He realized how loud he was and lowered his voice. "Sorry."

"Here you go." He handed me them.

But I already had a plan.

"Thanks." I said and put them under my tongue and swallowed the water.

"I'm really sorry." He said
"No, it's fine Mark. I'm gonna go brush my teeth."

"Okay. Well... Wait." He said pausing.

He's messing up my plans.

"Yea?" I asked walking back to Mark.

"Since you didn't take your meds in a few days, have you... felt weird?"

It's true, I have felt more depressed. Mark read the side affects on it and it said that I could get worse.

"Mark," I paused unsure of what to say. "I.. I have." I said and started crying.
"They're not working! They're not fuçking working and I am sick of feeling this way!"

"Come here." He said and wrapped his arms around me.

I was hysterical at this point.

I was planning on killing myself later today. And now I feel awful.

"M-Mark I was gonna kill myself again. I'm so so sorry. And I didn't take the meds you just gave me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I might as well be straight forward.

"It's okay." He said rubbing my back in an effort to calm me down.

"But Mark, it's not okay."

It was the truth and Mark knew that he needed to do something. Or she will commit suicide.

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