Markiplier: REBOOT

Episode 10: When I Come Around

Episode 10: When I Come Around

This is dedicated to all of those who have waited endlessly and faithfully for an update. I love you all and if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be writing. 

~Sandy Clegane

Sarah’s P.O.V.

It was hard not talking to Mark for that week. He struggled to make sure I was okay when I wasn’t being responsive. Unfortunately being pseudo-catatonic was the only way I knew how to deal with the turmoil of emotions ragging inside of me. I retreated into my mind and shut myself down while I dealt with whatever was bothering me.

 That didn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was going on in the outside world—I was painfully aware of him. But while I was in ‘hermit mode’, as we’ll call it, I was completely unable to communicate with anyone and I barely had the ability to take care of myself. Mark was good for that and I simply wouldn’t be able to convey that gratitude in the way I wished (because I didn’t know how) nor would I be able to repay him for his efforts.

Mark did everything for me—fed me, forced me into the shower (not coming in with me, of course, though he threatened it whenever I was being more unresponsive than was normal) and rambled on with stories about his life and YouTube channel. Some were rather personal, which altered my blank expression into a one of sadness, while others were happy which always earned a small smirk. A chuckle would bubble quietly out of my mouth from time to time and Mark seemed to know that I was still in there. Those little hints of life beyond the façade seemed to be enough to keep him going.

Oft times, we spent the day watching movies or TV shows. He would wake me with the smell of breakfast and, in my zombie-like state, I would walk into the kitchen where breakfast was hot and waiting me on the table. It smelled pretty good and always screamed EAT ME!!!! And so I would. Then we would slowly make our way to the living room. I often moved a little too slow for Mark and he would pick me up, impatient that I was taking longer than expected, and would plop me down onto the couch beside him. As the day ticked by and movie after movie or episode after episode were played, my head would end up in his lap; his hand would absently curl long strands of hair around his fingers. It soothed me and those were the time I would say a simple ‘thanks,’ just so he would know I was still alive in here.

“You’re welcome,” he would answer. “Come back to me soon, ok? I miss you.”

But I would remain silent, having lost the ability to speak. And I felt horrible about it…

A few hours before I came out of my shell, Mark’s patience was starting to wear thin. He began yelling at me, feeling rather frustrated that I wasn’t letting him in. All I could do was stare at him, my eyes shining with tears that never spilled. He then screamed, feeling rather angry and stormed from the apartment, slamming the door as he left.

Mark came back a few hours later, in the late morning, apologizing with a box of pizza, the pepperoni forming the words. It earned a genuine smile, a hug and a peck on the cheek. I was slowly coming out and I was just about ready to talk. While watching Game of Thrones, the episode of The Battle of Blackwater Bay, after Sandor delivered the awesome line of awesomeness, I finally paused the episode from where we sat in the kitchen and looked up at Mark, the glass of water in my hand, and finally told him what happened between Harvey and I. Mark then got up and crushed me to him, promising me that nothing bad would ever happen to me ever again and that I was his.

Later on in the day, as we were laughing and talking like nothing had happened, I asked if him claiming me his was his own cheesy way of asking me out and he nodded, a blush creeping across his cheeks, which earned a smile from me. I kissed him then, and we sucked faces for a while—it was nice to finally kiss someone and not be afraid of them. The rest of the day was spent in snuggle mode, watching old, cheesy TV shows like Hogan’s Heroes, Gilligan’s Island and The Beverly Hillbillies.