Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

11

I woke up at God knows what time, again.

I looked over to see Amy was there this time, asleep, and Mark was some place else. Probably home.

Home was a word I begged for. I just wanted to be home, living a normal life without fucking everything up.

I messed up Christmas, now I bet I'll mess up Amy and Mark's lives.

Amy and Mark seemed to be swapping, basically taking turns on who had to sit in the hospital next to my bed for hours upon hours. I didn't deserve them. I didn't deserve such a loving, humble couple. I didn't deserve anything.

I stared at the ceiling, which was almost non-existent through the pitch black of the darkness.

I fumbled around on the nightstand beside me and found Mark's phone. He had deliberately left it there for me.

I unlocked the phone and looked through the games Mark had and finally chose a game.
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While I was playing a game the iPhone abruptly turned to a black screen.

"Shit," I cursed,"out of power."

I looked over to see Amy stir a little in her sleep.

I put the phone back on the wooden nightstand beside my bed.

"I may as well try to get some sleep," I decided in a mumble and closed my eyes.
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"Y/N," I heard a soft voice speak, making me wake.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Mark standing there with a Tiny Box Tim plushie and some flowers.

I groaned and stretched as I watched him put the gifts on the nightstand.

Again, Amy was now gone and Mark was here instead.

"How are you?" Mark asked.

"I don't know, define 'sick of all this shit and just want to go home'," I sarcastically remarked.

"Breakfast's coming in soon," Mark informed me, ignoring my previous comment.

"Doesn't make this any better," I grumbled.

I looked up to see Mark grinning.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eye brows and trying to scan his face for some clue as to what he was thinking.

"I'm not allowed to say," Mark eluded answering, that same stupid grin plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes and turned on my side so my back was facing Mark.

"Oh, yeah, your phone's dead," I nonchalantly told Mark.

"That's alright, I've got my charger here!" Mark enthusiastically replied.

Stop being so happy.

"Breakfast!" A nurse called, walking into my room with breakfast. She placed the tray on my lap and quickly exited the room.

I stared down at what was "breakfast".

There was some toast with butter on the side and some probably horrible cereal. Great.

I tried to move my left hand but was restrained by the handcuffs.

I started eating the toast, not bothering to butter it.

I then stared at the remaining cereal.

"Come on, you gotta eat," Mark encouraged. For some reason, I despised his voice. It only reminded me of my past.