Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 9

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*

"God damn it. I got blood all over me." I heard someone say. That's was probably because of me because I kept of spatting blood everywhere from them beating the shit out of me. They've hit me and threw me like I'm thier personal stress ball.

"See what you've done?!" They yelled at me, kicking my stomach again. I tried to look up with my awfully brusied eyes, but couldn't see anything. "Chris is so petty by giving you food at all!" They kicked me again before grabbing my head and pulling it back.

"Oh, you have nothing to say now? How pathetic!" They laughed while smashing my head onto the concrete. They pulled my head back again.
"Aww, you were so beautiful, but this is what waste people like you get." 'Their voice was all calm now? Nice personality disorder dude.'

"I see what you're thinking. You think you're so smart?!" They smashed my head into the ground again.

"You're a fucking waste of space." They said before stepping powerfully on my back and leaving the room. I'm suprised that my spine isn't broken by now. I scavenged all the energy in my body to drag myself to the bed and recover there. A few little sobs left my mouth as I tried to look at my difigured body. From what I could see, my wrists, actually my whole lower arms, was spouting blood while my upper arms were covered in black and blue bruises. My thighs were covered in cuts while my calf were ripped into shreds with blood spilling here, there, everywhere.

And don't even get me started on my chest. Since I was dragged on the ground multiple times, my chest was drenched in dirt and marks where in every nook and cranny of my chest. And since I couldn't see my head, I could damn well describe how the agony I was feeling. It felt like the whole left side if that said was non-existent, the front of my head had blood spilling from it, and the right side of my head was just poundin, non stop. The pain was unbarable and I just wanted to die just there just because I beaten up by a dude who I refused to give head to. And the fact that I couldn't feel my lower body scares me. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"Jeez, you took a real beating." Chris came in a laughed. "Serves you right for being so picky this last week."

"I-I'm s-s-sorry." I couldn't even speak because blood kept on filling up my mouth. I attempted to sip the blood out, but it ended up back on my body.

"You look so mangled up, it's hurting me physically just by looking at you." He came up and grabbed my face, checking out the scars on my face. "And you don't smell as bright as well."

"Well, maybe if you treated me like a human, I wouldn't be like this..." I mumbled. I then left a punch to the face. Why? Why me? Why do I have do go though this madness once again? Doesn't he know that I'm missing a shit ton of blood and now he's coming up to punch me?

"Say shit like that again and you'll be dead by the time I'm done with you." He said, getting up from the bed. He kicked me once more before leaving the room. I pulled my leg closer to my body and sobbed lightly. 'C'mon Mark, Tasha, anyone. Please come get me...'

*Mark's P.O.V*

"Ok, ok, lady please sit down!" The police officer ordered Tasha to get off his desk and sit back down. I was on the side, pinching the bridge of my nose, sighing.

"Not untill you tell me where the hell my sister is!" She yelled, kicking off some of the paper that was on the desk.

"Lady, I told you, I can't give you that infromation." He repiled. Tasha nodded repeatedly, getting off the desk. Oh Christ.

"Oh, I see." She kept on nodding, taking off her slipper. "You won't tell me where (Y/N) is? Well guess what?" She bent over, grabbing the slipper from the floor.

"Tasha-" I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen.

"You're messing with a mad, black woman boy." The black haired girl jumped at the the police officer and started to repeatedly hit him with the slipper.

"Tasha!" I called out, trying to pry her off of the man. I finally took her off of the officer.

"I'm very sorry officer. We'll be going!" I yelled over Tasha's kicking and punching. I pulled her out of the station, earing weird looks from the other people who were there because Tasha was cursing at the police officer. I tried my hardest to calm her down.

"Tasha, calm down!" I said. "You're making a big fuss out of nothing. We can always come back next week to see if they have anything." She sighed, putting her slipper back on.

"I just to know where (Y/N) was. I'm sorry." She put her hand into a first, banging it hard on the ground.

"Dont act like I don't want to know where she is. I really want to see (Y/N) again, but this isn't how we're going get her. You hear me?" She nodded and got up on her feet, dusting herself off from any dirt. Tasha then started to look around herself.

"Ah, I forgot my purse." She ran back inside. I swear she wasn't wearing a purse when we got here. A few minutes later, she came back with a awfully big smile on her face.

"What did you do?" I questioned and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Nothing~ Why?" She repiled, walking down the stairs. Before I followed her, I went back inside at to that police officer's room, seeing him knocked out with a bunch of donuts in his mouth. 'How did she do this?' I rolled my eyes, going back outside to meet up with Tasha.

"You bad girl." I shook my head side to side and she chuckled.

"Oh thank you." She bowed. "Anyways, I'm hungry."

"Dude, we just had lunch."

"You had lunch. I had a snack." She smirked. "I want actual lunch. And you're buying."

"But-" She ignored me and went off to the car. I sighed and we went off to the mall.

(AN: Proper AN in the next chapter.)