Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Fifteen: Fight Me

A/N: Tag yourself part 2: I'm Glitch 100% and DrawMeTay is definitely Google. Credit:??? (Someone tell me if you know).
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You to sunk the floor, huddling your knees to your chest. You were shaking, tears running freely down your face. Vivid images of what Wilford did to you played through your mind. Reality disappeared around you, Wilford was the only thing you could see. You could feel his disgusting hands all over you, even though they weren't actually there. You so badly wanted to call to Dark for reassurance, but you knew he wouldn't help you.

Once you managed to pull yourself out of your attack, you felt anger bubble inside of you. No, not simply anger, but boiling rage. You clenched your teeth together, you so badly needed to hit something. He thinks that he can just walk all over you? No. No more. Never again. You can't let him keep taking from you, you weren't his victim. You were a survivor and you always will be.

You stomped off to your room and slammed the door shut. You went in the bathroom and to the sink to splash cold water on your face. You were hoping it would snap you out of your rage and emotional turmoil, but it didn't. Nothing was working.

You glared at your reflection and noticed how the stress had taken its toll on your body. You had bags under your eyes and you swore you saw some grey hairs appearing on your head. You wore a scowl now that was so unlike the girl you were three years ago. You were happy, untainted by trauma. Even after leaving the bunker, the pain still lingered. You thought you had moved past this, but you were wrong.

You punched the mirror out of frustration, not wanting to look at yourself anymore. You felt a throbbing pain in your knuckles, but you weren't satisfied yet. You could still see yourself, so you punched it again. The stinging grew more intense with each strike, you felt the glass imbed itself into your knuckles. You ignored the pain and punched again and again and again until the mirror was completely shattered.

You stared down at your bloodied knuckles, only now realization hit you of what you had just done. You didn't care. You picked out all of the glass that lingered, hissing at the discomfort. You knew how stupid punching the mirror was and you didn't feel any better.

You slid down the wall and huddled your knees to your chest. When was everything going to be okay again? When were you going to be happy? Would you ever be happy again?

These thoughts plagued your mind and quelled the anger. All you felt now was despair. You let a few tears slip down your face before you decided that enough was enough. You didn't want the dark thoughts coming back so you needed to get up and do something.

You changed into some work out clothes and walked down to the gym. You hadn't been there in a little while and it couldn't hurt to get a little exercise. It was a great distraction and release of anger anyways.

Once you got there, you noticed the power in the bunker had come back on. You lifted weights and did some speed training exercises for around half an hour. You only stopped when you felt someone watching you. You looked in the doorway and saw Dark leaning against it. He was wearing a tight black shirt and black sweatpants. He's so pretty.

"This seems familiar." He said, looking confused. Apparently, he must not have all of his memories back.

You stood in the middle of the gym, waiting for him to make a move. His eyes traveled along your body and stopped at your bloodied hand. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"What happened?" He queried, appearing to be rather uninterested with your health. You attributed his question to curiosity instead of concern.