Just by chance (Markiplier X Reader)

~|Chapter 8|~

You ripped open yet another packet of crisps and started eating, not caring about the calories you were ingesting. After you woke up in your car outside Mark's house yesterday, you had been wallowing in masses of blankets and watching sad films continuously. Right now, you were watching Titanic and it was at the part when Rose lets go of Jack into the deep water.
"Pah." You grumbled, throwing a crisp at the TV, tears leaking out your eyes sideways. "In real life, he leaves you for no reason and is a complete DOUCHE BAG!!" You yelled, cocooning yourself in blankets and silently sobbing, hiding yourself from view. You pulled out your phone and checked Mark's twitter. Nothing. His facebook? Nothing. His YouTube account? One new video! You pressed on it, the anticipation rising in your throat.
"Hi guys! This is Markiplier here and I have a sad video for you today. Yesterday, me and my girlfriend (Y/N) broke up but don't worry, we are still friends and we parted on good terms. It was for the best." He went on to talk about other things but you couldn't believe that.
"That fucking piece of shit!" You screamed at virtual Mark, still smiling and making jokes. "You didn't even give me a reason, let alone PARTED ON GOOD TERMS! WE ARE NOT STILL FREAKING FRIENDS!"
You collapsed onto the floor, your anger quickly turning to sadness and you sobbed your guts out on that cold floor. You heard the door open and (F/N) walked in. Turning to her, she registered the pain on your face and ran towards you, holding you in her arms as you cried.
"Oh honey, I knew he'd break your heart..." She said sadly, sighing into your hair.
"H-he didn't even g-give a r-reason." You breathed erratically, your eyes so sore from all the crying.
"Oh sweetie..." She sighed, rocking me gently, like a true friend would.
"(F/N), please don't ever stop being my friend." You whispered.
"(Y/N)! I'm not that dumb! I'd never leave you, you are my best friend!" She exclaimed.
"Mhmm... It just felt nice to hear you say that." You sniffled. Later, when (F/N) had to go and work, you opened your phone and looked at all the pictures you had taken of Mark. Yes, you'd only been going out for a few weeks but I felt like more than that. It felt special. Why did he even break up with me? And he didn't even look like himself when he said it, his eyes were so blank and empty. Anyway, what did I ever do to him? I was loyal and trustworthy and I never betrayed him... Had he found someone else? Does he like another girl? Have I been replaced? Thinking all of this just brought fresh tears streaming from your eyes and you were sick and tired of the crying. You had cried so much that you couldn't even cry anymore, only breaking inside. You never wanted to date again, your heart would just get broken again. Like every time.
When all these thoughts were going through your head, you kept coming back to Justin. Did he contact Mark... I mean, he did with my other ex! Thinking of him brought back all these memories and you instinctively brought a hand to shield yourself from nothing. What he did to you was despicable and you'll never forget it but would he go as far to contact my boyfri- EX boyfriend and threaten him?  You walked to your pantry and pulling open the door, was brought back to reality by the realisation that you would have to go and buy groceries as it was completely empty.
A short time later, you pulled up to the parking lot at the mall. You waited in the car, taking a deep breath and opened the door and stepped out. Placing one foot slowly in front of the other, you made your way to the shops. In the grocery store, you walked round and tried to quickly grab all you need as fast as possible. Mark only lived round the corner and you know that he shops here regularly. You found what you wanted quickly and practically ran around the stairs re, knocking people out the way. Grabbing your groceries and waiting at the till, you saw Mark walk through the door. He looked terrible and in the split second you eyes met he looked sad as fuck. Your heart jolted like someone had just stabbed you in the chest. This was too soon. You ran out of the store, forgetting the shopping and ran home, throwing yourself onto your bed and covering yourself in a duvet. You decided to take a drive to Monte peak and clear your head.
Soon after, you were standing at the railings at monte peak, looking out over the city. In the distance, you could see the faint outline of Mark's house, at the far side of the city. All the lights were off in his house and he seemed to be out.
"Probably with his new whore..." You grumbled, knowing Mark isn't that kind of person but wanting to slag him off.
Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. You turned round, hoping it wasn't who you thought it was.
It was worse.

You cracked open your eyes, not knowing where you are. You moved and pain ripped through your body.
"Argh..." You whimpered, memories flooding back from yesterday.
Turning round and seeing his toothy smile, grinning at you with his dirty black eyes.
Being in the boot of his car, getting thrown around at every corner.
Him breaking beer bottles on his head and laughing in your face.
Beating you with a chair.
Pinching you until your skin blossomed with bruises.
Cutting your breasts with a razor.
Pumping into you, pain searing wracking your limp lower body, unable to stop him.
Choking you with his member, pushing it into your mouth with force that made your eyes water.
And silently crying, lying in the dark, Justin finished with your torture.
You crawled towards the light, begging yourself to keep going, to stay here was to give up. And to give up led only to death. First your hand, then a foot. Hand, foot, hand foot. You kept crawling across the floor, your hands getting cut on the broken glass littering the floor. Rotten air filtered through your lungs, making you gasp for air. You winced from the effort of moving, let along trying to escape. You needed to live. You chose life. You gently pushed open the door, grunting from the effort just needed to push open a grimy little door. Entering the corridor, you crawled towards the front door, your pulse quickening as you heard snoring coming from the next room. You placed your hand gently on the wooden panels, making sure not to make a sound. Reaching the door, you pushed it open, hoping it was on the latch. Thank the lord! That dumbass had left it open and sunlight streamed into your face as you crawled outside and embraced the fresh air, gulping it down like you'll never breathe again. You analysed your surroundings, you knew where you were. You needed to just walk one block. Just one block. Only one. You put your hand on the wall and focused all your strength on pulling yourself up, standing on your feet. The pain was unbearable but you continued. Just one block. One foot in front of the other. You can do this. A tear slipped down your cheek but you wiped it away, trying to stay strong. You turned the corner. A man walked past walking his dog and gave you a strange look. You didn't even think of how you'd look to the outside world. Crazy? Off your face? Or just plain dodgy. You honestly couldn't care less. You turned another corner. You tried not to focus on the pain, rather what you would find at the end. You were so lucky that he left the door open, let alone lives a block away from where you wanted to be. I mean, you were seriously unlucky but in a strange twist of fate, lucky at the same time. The last corner. You could see it at the end of the road. You focused on your breathing, the darkness threatening to invade your vision. Finally. Goddamn it if he wasn't in. You brought a hand to the door and shakily knocked on the door. Please. Please. GODDAMN PLEASE! You screamed in your head, your mind breaking. But no, you heard footsteps and then the door opened, revealing Mark, standing dumbfounded at you.
"(Y/N)!" He shouted. He took you into his arms and you crumpled as the darkness consumed you.