Markiplier Imagines

I would kiss away all your scars if I could

>Writing Prompts #54, 68 and 15<
Trigger Warning: mention and action of cutting
*if you're sensitive to this subject, please don't read and skip this chapter.

I stared at the razor blade, slowly reaching for it. I held in near my wrist, contemplating. Mark hates me doing these things to myself... but I can't help it, cutting releases the pain of my life.

I groaned in frustration, gripping the blade tighter, the blade cutting into my palm, letting out a joyful laugh. Resting my head against the bathroom wall, staring at my left hand, seeing the blood travel down my wrist then to the tiled floor. I needed more.

I pushed myself off from the floor, to the sink. I grabbed the blade that was now covered in my blood, that was dropping onto the counter.
The blade looked brand-new after I washed it.

I looked upon my wrists seeing several cuts from before. My small smile churned into a frown, remembering about Mark... He would be upset if I cut again. He tells me every night, "if I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

"I c-can't..." I set the blade on to the marble counter. "Oh but you can!"
I furrowed my eyebrows, my hands grasping my hair. "Mark's going to leave you!" "He never loved you." "He doesn't want a depressing piece of shit like you." "I'm done helping you, you're unfixable. Keep cutting yourself one day you're just going to bleed out!"

Tears released, they streamed down from your face to the floor. I can't take it anymore. I screamed loudly, hitting my head against the wall. I shakily reached for the blade that was waiting for me on the counter. It shined from the sunlight that was coming through the window, I breathed heavily, letting out a shaky heavy breath, I glazed the blade across my forearm. I stared at the blade, that was coated with my blood. I did it again and again.

I stared at my forearm, six freshly bloody cuts. The blood was dropping onto the tiles. By now, I have a small pool of my blood beside me.

The doorknob jiggled, then a couple knocks. "Y/n? You okay, I heard screaming in there?"

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Mark was worried, if you were hurt, or upset. He awaited for you to open the door, you just sat there staring into nothing. He knocked again, you still didn't respond, "Y/n? Say something. I need to know you're alright." You stared at the door. "If you don't say something, I'm unlocking the door."

Mark took out his keys, unlocking the door. He couldn't believe the sight he was seeing in front of him. He grabbed towels and bandages, dropping to your aid. He lifted your arms starting to wrap them in the towels. He added pressure, you let out a hiss. He sniffled, looking up at you, "w-why?" He stared into your eyes as they began to tear up. Tears began to fall once again, he pushed a strand out of your face soon wiping your tears.

"I-I'm gonna help yo- I don't want your help! I just want the pain to stop!" You exclaimed, trying to push him away. He stared at you shocked, from your sudden outburst towards him.

"B-baby. Baby, look at me." You wiped your eyes after looking at Mark. "I-I can help you. I can help stop the pain, b-but you have to promise me you'll stop for good." You looked at him, "but how do I know you won't just leave me?! Everybody else did! They always do!" You held yourself, shakily breathing.

Soon you felt two arms and warmth. You opened your eyes to see Mark's chest. He was carrying you, he set you down onto your bed, taking away the towels and replacing them with bandages. "I said it before and I'll said it again a thousand times, if I could, I would kiss away all your scars!" He softly smiled as he began to kiss your wrists and forearms multiple times. Soon kissing all over your face, you let a soft giggle, pecking his lips in return.

"Please stop harming yourself, it upsets me that you're harming your beautiful body. I'm always here for you, talk to me if you need to." You nodded, softly pecking his lips, "thank you." He nodded, "and I'm going to throw away all your razors, just in case you feel tempted..." You looked down, nodded.

"I love you." "I love you too."

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AH Heyyy!
Another writing prompt! This was also a request and part of writing prompt. edit: sorry forgot to bold #68 but I fixed it

Also if you are or had harmed yourself, it'll get better I promise. It'll just take time. Please stop harming yourself, you're beautiful and amazing! It'll get better. ❤️❤️