Red (MarkiplierxReader)

Sick

Sick of waiting is what i became... I left before it was dark... But in my defence they were more then two hours late...

My legs swing as I eat at the table with my family... That note never leaving my mind... Just the writing and the words... Made me want to know so badly, and I got stood up

I sit in my room counting the different shades of grey I see; I'm boring I know but it's all I have. I see my dumb red hoodie in the corner... And his name comes to mind...

The hope he have me once just hurt; I thought for once someone might help me or even care... Life's hard and dull...