Adopted By Markiplier

Chapter 5- A small explanation

~Before Sam Faints~

Mark's POV  

Sam and I walk around in the mall. Suddenly, I notice that she stop walking, she just stands there, frozen.

"Sam are you alright, is there something wrong?" I asked her with worried expression.

Sam didn't reply, all sudden she fell down and black out. "SAM!!!!" I yelled out her name I rushed to her. I hold her in my arms, carrying her. People around me look at us with worry on their face as some people panic. A mall cop walk up to me and asked me what happened. I told the mall cop what just happened. He suggested that I should take her home and to make sure that she's awake, if not then I have to take her to the hospital. I thank the mall cop and take Sam and the supplies home.

~Time Skip~

Sam's POV

I wake up finding myself lying on my bed. My head hurts a little but I'll be fine, beside this isn't the first time I have encounter those. I get up from my bed and walk toward the kitchen. I heard Mark's voice in the room that I haven't seen yet, talking to god knows what.

I grab a glass to fill myself up with a glass full of water. As I was about to drink, Mark walks out of the mysterious room.

"Sam! You're awake," he said as he walks up to the kitchen, standing across from me.

"How long have I been out for?" I asked after I took a sip of water.

"About two hours and thirty minutes," he replied.

"Better than 5 hours or more," I muttered.

"Sam," Mark said with a concern tone, "What happened back there?"

"It's..." I sigh sadly know that I don't have a choice but telling him.

"It's my former foster dad... Achan, I-I saw him..." I whispered at the last sentence of my words.

"What did he d-,"

"HE'S A MOTHERFUCKKING CHILD ABUSE!!!! HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME!!!! I KNOW THAT YOU WILL DO THE SAME THING LIKE HIM AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT HAD ADOPTED ME!!!!" I interrupted him yelling.

Mark stare at me with shocking expression on his face. Before he could say anything, I quickly run to my room and lock the door. I look in my luggage, grabbing out a sharp razor blade. I begin to cut my wrist and my forearms without a second thought.

After I finished cutting myself with a knife, I clean my cuts and bandage it. I feel so ashamed of myself, but this is the only option I have to get rid of this depression feeling.

Mark's POV

I was shock after Sam had yelled at me while Chica is standing there all confuse (which she have no idea what the hell is going on).

Now I have no idea what am I supposed to do. I decide to have a buddy advice from my friend Jack. I walk to my studio room and calling Jack from Skype.

"Hey Mark! How is it going?" Jack asked and being loud at the same time.

"It's going fine I guess..." I replied as I scratch back of my head.

"What's wrong? You don't sound ok," Jack said with a concern look.

"It's Sam, the girl I told you about," I said.

"How is she doing?" he asked.

"Well... she is not doing well," I said with a little uneasy tone. I sigh and start to explain everything to Jack. After I told him the story of Sam, Jack have this shocking expression on his face.

"Damn Mark, I don't know what to say..." he said.

"Yeah... it's tough..." I said.

"I was thinking that I should come over and hang out with you and Sam. Maybe I can help you out and I want to get to know with Sam," he said with energetic tone.

"Sure, that's fine, when you're coming over?" I asked.

"On the on the weekends," he replied.

"Cool!" I said.

"Anyway, I have to go. SEE YA!!" Jack yelled.

"Buh-bye," I said as I wave my hand and press the end call. 'I hope Sam will be okay with Jack once he arrives to L.A' I thought to myself.