Imagine If....

You Didn't Know...

I know the title makes this imagine seem like this is going to be a cliche idea, but I promise you it's far from that!

10 weeks. It's been ten weeks since your heart had been ripped out of your body. Ten weeks since the feeling of emptiness washed through your body over and over again. It's been ten weeks since it's seemed the world came crashing down around you.

Ten weeks ago, you got the call. Your family friend Mark, had passed away. From what they told you, it was complications from a routine surgery he was having done on his stomach. You hadn't seen him in almost six years, but it still tore you apart on the inside. You were close when you still saw him, then how could you not be? His family lived down the street from yours growing up. Your family practically grew up with his.

Ever since you've gotten the call, all you kept doing was flashing back to moments the two of you shared together; graduating high school together, both of you heading to the same college, then Mark telling you he was dropping out of college, and then everything with his youtube channel, Markiplier. You were the one person that was always in his corner when it came to supporting him. Mark never thanked you physically for it, but you always knew he was thankful.

You were sitting at home, working on your laptop. Your feet were curled up beneath you as a warm cup of coffee sat next to you. It was one of the perks of working from home.

Just as you were about to finish the report your boss wanted you to write up, there was a sharp knock at your door. It was 7:00 at night, who the hell could it be?

You got up from the couch, rolling the sleeves up on the oversized hoodie you were wearing. It was one of Mark's favorite hoodies; dark gray with bright red accents. This was one of the few things you had left of him, that and his infamous red flannel.

When you made it to the door, you took a look through the peephole. Nobody was on your doorstep. Just like all the crime tv you watch, you open the door up like the stupid victim always does. Nobody was on your doorstep, but something was.

A large manilla envelope sat on the doormat face up. When you picked it up, bold black lettering ran across the envelope. 

'To Y/N, From Mark'

This is a joke, right? This is someone's attempt at a sick fucking joke, it has to be! Mark's been dead for over two months, there's no way he could have sent you something from beyond the grave. It's just not possible!

With a mixture of fear and amazement in your eyes, you let your fingers slide over the envelope. When you opened it, you saw a DVD sat in the envelope with nothing else. Ok, what was up with the DVD. What the hell was on it?

You stepped back into your place, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you immediately made your way towards your laptop in the living room. As creepy as this DVD may be, you needed to know what was on it.

Once you were comfortable in your original spot, you opened up the disk drive on your laptop. Your hands shook as you placed the disk in there, then closed it. You didn't know what was going to be on this disk and for some reason that terrified you.

It took a few seconds, but your computer kicked into gear and started playing the disk. After a few seconds, Mark's face popped up on the screen. Tears came to your eyes at the sight of his bright blue hair and his scruff of a beard. He spent the next few seconds adjusting the camera that sat in front of him. It was at this time you noticed that he was in his... bathroom? Why would someone record a video in their bathroom?

"Hey Y/N, if you're watching this video, I've died in some way, shape, or form. I hope it was memorable, like me." Mark cleared his throat before continuing on.

"As crazy as this sounds, I'm making this video because whether you believe it or not, I can feel my gut telling me that I don't have much time left. I know you were never one for superstition Y/N. We haven't talked in almost six years as I'm making this video right now. In case I never get to see you again, there's just a few things I wanted to tell you." Mark took his glasses off to wipe his eyes off with the sleeve of his hoodie. The same hoodie that you were wearing now.

"First off, I know I haven't said this to your face and it's something I regret every day, but thank you. Throughout the many adventures of my life, you were always on my side, telling me that I should do what I wanted to do. In fact, you were the only person on my side when I wanted to drop out of college. I still can imagine the look on my mother's face to this day." Mark chuckled to himself, which made you smile. 

"I know you're probably feeling lost after I died like there's a part of you missing. I don't want you to feel like Y/N, I've wanted that. I don't want you feeling like that you're alone since I've been gone because I promise you, I'll always be there. No matter where you are or where you go, I'll always be by your side." It was at this point the tears started streaming down your face. Despite you not talking to him in years, his voice and what he was saying still affected you deeply.

"This is also something I never told you, and I hate myself every day for it. I don't know why I never told you, maybe it's the fact that I didn't want it to change what we had but," Mark paused to look straight at the camera.  More tears came down your face as you saw his brown eyes glisten. "I love you Y/N, I've always loved you. Ever since we were kids. There were days where I found the words on the tip of my tongue to tell you, but I never did."

"I just want you to know that Y/N, before I go. I love you. I may be gone to who knows where, but I promise you that I'll always be there. I'm sorry you never got know how much I loved you" You could see the tears come down on his face as the video slowly faded to black. Soon enough, the entire screen was black.