Childhood Friends | Markiplier x Reader |

Chapter 38

*WARNING* Thoughts of taking one's life, cutting and all that fun stuff.

Mark had gone over to Tyler's for the weekend to help him take care of Isabella and himself. Your best friend was a complete wreck after his wife died. You had gone over few times with Mitchell so that your children could play with each other as best as they could as the smol beans they were.

You were dancing around listening to some old TSwift music, entertaining Mitchell as best as you could with your naturally goofy noises when you got the phone call. You grabbed your phone, seeing as it was Mark and put on your best: I'm-Totally-Not-Depressed-My-Best-Friend-Died-Voice. 

"Hey Markimoo, what's up?" You asked. "(Y/N) get over here right now." Mark said, his tone extremely serious. 

You got to Tyler's house as soon as possible, Mark was yelling something inside about not to do it. You ran to the door, Mitchell clutched in your arms. The door was unlocked, you pushed it open with ease, Isabella was crying in her crib, you set Mitchell down inside with her. Isabella stopped as soon as Mitchell was next to her, they always seemed to calm each other down. 

*WARNING*

You ran upstairs, finding the lights on in the bathroom. Tyler was standing in the shower, a razor blade raised to his wrists, blood already running down his legs. "T-tyler?" you stuttered out. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry." Tyler said, tears running down his cheeks. "Mark, how long has he been bleeding?" you asked quietly. Mark was standing by the sink, tears running down his cheeks. "A few minutes," he whispered, "Tyler, please. Put the razor blade down. We can't lose you too. I can't lose you too. I'd go insane." You whispered. Tyler stared at me, "(Y/N) I miss her. Isabella acts just like her. I want to see my wife, (Y/N)." 

"Tyler. So do I. But we can't, she's gone." You whispered, stepping towards him slowly, "Tyler, please put the razor blade down." tears were leaking out of your eyes now, you had cried too much the past weeks to cry more. you reached for Tyler's empty hand, taking it in your own. Tyler dropped the razor blade into the tub, Mark lunged forwards and grabbed the blade, flushing it down the toilet. You embraced Tyler in a tight hug, your pants soaking in the blood from the cuts on his legs. 

You helped Tyler out of the tub slowly and led him into his room, "Mark, get the bandages. Now." 

THANKS FOR READING! I'm sorry the past few chapters have been really depressing! But you know, after someone close to you dies, everything seems like it's going to hell in a hand basket. 

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