Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 20

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

Just a few days after Tasha's feud, I started to think about what she was talking about, fighting. It rare for me to pick up a fight with someone and if I do, I would more than likey lose. But then again, I need to learn how to step up for myself. I can't have people be my guard anymore, I have to fight for myself for once.

But do I look like I'm in the shape for fighting?

Now, I've caught the habit of eating little to none because of what heppened. And doing that, I'm not gaining back the weight I once had. I'm missing so much muscle, my bones are brital as all hell, how am I supposed to fight?

I just sighed, wiping a tear that fell. I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror because I can't sleep. 'What the hell am I gonna do now? I can't do shit! I'm so damn useless!' I yelled at myself. I can't, even if I wanted to.

"Why can't you be useful for once, (Y/N)? How hard can that be?" I questioned myself. Great, more tears started to fall. That's the only thing I'm good at: crying. I actually can't do anything else. I slammed my fist on the counter, looking back at myself in the mirror.

"Be useful damn it!" I mumbled, falling to the floor. I opened up a drawer, pulling out the trusty pocket knife I used to cut myself before.

Without hesitation, I made three cuts on my wrist, feeling the pain from before. How Mom was so blinded by love to notice me. How Chris, that foul human, beaten me in my own house. And how helpless I was during all of it.

'That's for being helpless then...'

I made another three cuts above them.

'That's for being useless all my life...'

Another three cuts.

'That's for bringing my friends into this mess...'

And my last three cuts.

'That's for bringing Mark, a person who didn't know me before, into this...'

I sighed, leaning back to let me bleed out. I didn't care at the moment. I didn't deserve these friends I have now. I didn't deserve the Mark I have now. I didn't deserve everything I have now. And this is my punishment for being too greedy. All I deserve is to die. Once I parish, the world will be just fine.

'I just want to die....'

Then, a unexpected visitor entered the washroom.

Looking down at me with eyes of doubt, he squated down, looked at my bloody wrist for a few seconds before grabbing the first aid kit.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked, leaning my head back. He didn't respond, but only cleaned up my cuts.

"You do know I deserve this type of shit. I'm nothing but a waste of space. I still don't understand why you're with me, I've never done anything for you, I only dragged you down."

"How come you never asked me to get up and leave yet?" I chuckled.

"You don't need to watch over-"

"Yes I do," He stopped me. "You're the one I chose to love and I can't let you do stuff like this. I can't just stand there and watch you hurt yourself." He looked back at me once he was done.

"I love you (Y/N), and I don't want you to leave me. Now now, not tomorrow, never. Don't leave me ever." I laughed some more.

"You're funny. What purpose do I serve you?" He kissed his teeth.

"Exactly. I'm useless. Just let me walk out the door and all will be good."

"And let the best thing that ever happened to me walk out of my life? I don't think so." He repiled, lifting me up bridal style and into our bed.

"Look at me! I'm a fucking mess! I was just a sex slave a few months ago and now I'm useless. Just leave me, Mark. It's not that hard. My mother did it with ease."

"But the thing is," He threw me into the bed. He climbed over me, pinned my arms over my head and made me look at him.

"I love you. And if you don't understand that, I'll show you." Instantly, my body stiffened up. Now, I stopped playing games.

"Mark, get off me please..." My voice got shaky as horrid visions came to me. He didn't listen, he was to caught up in his world, trying to show me that he loves me. He started placing kisses all over my body, but my body refused them.

"Mark please let go of m-me..." I said, trying to got out of his grip, but his hand of my writs only became tighter. Everything from before came back to me, especially the rape. How he forced my head into the bed and left me with no mercy. Hot tears started to build up and I tried to wiggle out more.

"Mark p-please s-stop." I now was crying. Sooner or later, Mark noticed the tears falling and soon let go of my hand and got off of me.

"Damn it Mark." He mumbled to himself as he placed his head in his hand, sitting on the side of the bed. My back was facing his as I cried. "(Y/N), I'm so so sorry."

"I-it's....it's alright." I repiled and wiped away some tears. I can't be doing this, I have to toughen up and act like a woman, not a little bitch. Especially for this fool.

"I understand what your intentions were, and I appreciate them, but look at me Mark. How can you love me? I'm a paranoid peice of shit who can't touch anyone without crying. How can you like something like me?"

"Because (Y/N). I can't explain it now, but I'll eventually explain it." He got from the bed and went to the door. "Sorry for bothering you."

"Wait..." I said, and he turned and faced me. "Come 'ere." He came to the side of my bed, couched down and looked at me at eye level. Bringing my hands up to cup his cheeks, I placed a long kiss on his lips.

"I don't wanna die, Mark..."

"You're not gonna die, (Y/N). You're not gonna die." He repiled, placing his hand on mine.

"Live for me."

I nodded. He got up from the floor, placed the blanket over me and left the room. I only sighed.

(AN: These last two chapters are supposed to be WAAYYY more sappier that it should be. But guess what, I don't specialize in sappy shit. Nor happy endings. And well, here we are. I hope this was sappy enough...? Probably isn't, but whatever. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)