Make A Wish| A Markiplier x Reader Fanfiction

The Beginning Part 2

(Your POV)
I woke up in a strange bed, surrounded by tubes. A nurse rushed in and stood next to me. "Oh good! You're awake!" She said, handing me a cup of water. I drank it quickly. "What happened?" I demanded. Was my family okay? Where was Emily?! The nurse looked uncomfortable and fiddled with her hands. " Err the doctor will explain.. let me go get him!" She said quickly, running out. I sighed and realized it must have been bad, when a male doctor came in. He looked at me with a sad smile, but before he could talk I said: "What happened?!". He sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "You were driving and a truck hit you from the front. It was going 92 miles per hour.... you and your aunt and father were thrown through the wind shield... your aunt died from impact with the ground.... your father died from bleeding out and your mother died from... multiple stab wounds in the chest..." he said. Anger and sadness washed over me. "And you couldn't save them?!" I yelled, which startled him. "We did everything we could, but it just wasn't enough. Your dad was already dead when we found him, along with your aunt. Your mother died two hours after being in the hospital," He said sadly. More sadness filled me. "And Emily? My niece?" I asked quietly. He looked off and said "She's okay. She has a head wound, but it didn't penetrate the skull, and a broken arm. We fixed her up and gave her five stitches for her head wound, other than that only minor cuts." He stated. I sighed, with a little bit of relief. But it soon faded. "You are automatically her other option as her child care, unless you choose to put her up for adoption or foster care," he suggested. I stared at him. "No. I will take care of her," I said firmly, yet I silently weeped, tears spilling down my cheeks, like silent waterfalls. Darkness washed over me. My family all just died. And it was all my fault.

I sat in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for them to bring out Emily. I silently grieved for my family, as the doors opened and Emily ran in, tailed by doctors from behind her. She jumped and hugged me, sobbing into my shoulder. After filling out child care paperwork, hospital bills and much more, we finally got home. Home as in a hotel, until we got on our plane the next morning to fly to L.A. And that's where my depression began. I was eighteen at the time. Now I am twenty one. Emily is ten, and we live in a small apartment in L.A, California. I have talked to therapists and doctors, told them all my story. They calculated that I have mild to severe depression. I still have fun though, with my niece and our dog. But it isn't the same when you have depression. At night I will cry for hours on end. Or shake in fear until the sun comes up. But there are some things in life that make it worth living.