Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 28

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

Pouring myself a hot cup of coffee, I was too sad to think about where Tasha is since she isn't on the couch. I sat on the chair at the island and stirred in sugar, and kept stirring with my cheek in my hand and my elbow on the island, gloomy as always.

4 years today marks Dad's passing. Even though it doesn't seem like it, his death took a big toll on our family. On Mom. Today marks the day where Mom totally forgot that I was existing. And today also marks the day I've made the biggest regret of my life. Or maybe it's the best mistake I've ever made...? I'm not sure.

The only thing running through my mind was what happened on this day, 4 years ago, where the police officer told us that he got in the car crash. Then, Mom falling onto the ground, sobbing her heart out and me forcefully telling the man to leave. It broke me to see her like that, so I didn't want anyone else to see her in that state.

Then, 2 years later, I begged her to come to the mall and we met that freak called Chris. Now that I'm reflecting on it, maybe it's time that I finally muster up the courage to go to that rehabilitation center and talk to him face to face and tell him what havoc he caused.

I got up from the chair, popped my cup of coffee in the microwave and started to warm it up. At the same time, I went upstairs and got dressed into something. I wasn't trying to look like a star. For safety measures, I grabbed the pocket kinfe from the drawer in the washroom and left the house with my cup if coffee.

'Busses are overrated...' I chuckled and walked passed the bus stop, only to lead me behind a well known bush to me. The bush that led to the river which we went dad off to. Sitting at the edge if the river, I briefly went over the events that led up to this point. I sipped on my coffee as well.

"Hey, dad..." I said to the river. I know, it's stupid, but once you think of it, you're connecting with the dead, with your lost ones.

"It's me, your disappointment of a child," I chuckled. "(Y/N)."

"4 years? Yeah, 4 years since we last saw each other. And yet, you're still perfectly clear in my head. It's funny, actually how much I remember. When you used to make mom and I laugh at stupid things and I took after you, and how every Saturday, you'd make pancakes and the three of us would watch Bugs Bunny." (I, stg, if you never watched Bugs Bunny on Saturday mornings, you're basically inhuman)

"You don't know how much I missed you, dad. You were, and still are, one of the best things that ever happened to me. But yet, you were taken from me too early. I was still a young child when you died, wasn't I?"

"Yeah....It's sad that you couldn't see me grow up to become this disgrace to society. Wait, maybe it is a good thing." I laughed.

"But I did want you to meet Mark, dad. He's a nice guy with a nice heart and I'd think you'd love him if you were here. And Tasha. She can be extremely overprotective at times, but I love her to death. And maybe my other friends like Jack and Signe. Even though Signe is exactly like Tasha."

"But yeah. I just wish you're back here, dad. I miss you so much. But hey, I bet live in heaven isn't that bad eirther, is it?" I chuckled and got up from the floor.

"I miss you." I mumbled once again before leaving the area. 'One objective down, another to go.'  I walked to the bus stop and rode it all the way to rehab.

"I'm here to see Christopher Thamson." I told the front lady at the desk. Without a word, the woman in all white only pointed to the visitors passes. She also slipped a note onto the table. I, not knowing what the hell to do, grabbed a pass and the note and went on into the center.

Entering the area filled with patients, I went over to the elevator before any of the other nurses could say anything. I went up to B and walked my way to the 6th room. There, I saw the troublemaker, sitting in on his bed, playing with a set of children's toys.

"Hello, Chris." I said into the small holes. He didn't move to the sound if my voice. He just continued to play with the toys.

"Is it time for my meds, Sally?" He asked with a quiet voice. It hasn't been three months and he's already changed. Jesus, I never knew rehab had these types of effects.

"No, it's time for us to talk." I said and sat on the floor. Finally, I got a small movement from him. Chris looked over to my genral direction. "Do you know day it is?"

"No, not really." He brushed his blonde hair out of his face and his dull, blue eyes connected with mine. "Enlighten me, (Y/N)." Even when he is in here, he still has a good sense of humor. It's disturbing.

"Today's the my dad passed 4 years ago. And few days later was when you came into my life and caused mass havoc." I repiled.

"Remember how you use to beat me up and stuff?" Even though it didn't seem like it, he nodded a bit. "Yeah, tomorrow or the day after will mark four years of the scars that you left on my body, and especially, my mentality."

"I'm sorry." He muttered out and lowered his head as I countiued to talk. Now, it's his turn to feel the guilt I've been feeling.

"How come you weren't sorry 4 years ago? You didn't seem sorry when you abused me, did you now? Up 'till our recent incident, you weren't sorry when you neglected me and raped me, we're you?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry isn't gona cut it, bud. I've been a depressed and suicidal brat for almost my whole life now. And by you coming up and adding onto it, a worthless 'sorry' isn't gonna patch up my cuts, are they?"

"I did you a solid by not reporting you to the police when you've been abusing me in my own house. And now, I'm doing you another solid by putting you in rehab instead of jail and all I get in return is a pathetic 'sorry'?" I saw a tear drop from his face and he wiped it with the back of his hand. I got up from the floor and dusted myself off real quick.

"I'm not one to make children cry, but you're a different story. I swear, why the hell was my mom to you? A peice a fabric that you used to wipe your tears and am I your punching bag? What did you guys do after I left? Did you abuse her as well?"

"I-I didn't mean to...." He responded. My eyes widen in shock, well not that much.

"You did place my hands on my mother. You sick freak." I picked up my purse from the ground.

"If you ever want to step foot inot my house again, you have to give my mother and I more than a 'sorry'. We trusted you with our lives, but now, I don't think your worth our time at this rate." I said and left the facility. Sighing, I now feel like I have a heavy weight lifted off my shoulders and it feels nice. I've let go of a grudge that I've held for an unhealthy amount of time. And it feels nice...

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"And you went where?" The blue haired man said while he stood in the kitchen, with nothing but a towel on and brushing his teeth.

"Went to go get some fresh air." I repiled and placed my purse on the couch. Now that that had happened, I've grown up and was able to hold Mark's hand completely without becoming a scared cat. I went up to him, saw what he was cooking and grabbed ahold of his hand.

"I could ask the same question to Tasha. Where is she?"

"I just woke up. So....." He said, kissed the palm of my hand and continued to cook his eggs.

"Oi. What are you thinking in that small head of yours?" He questioned.

"Huh?"

"You seem depressed. Something up?

"Oh it's nothing." I started. "I'm just swoony over the anniversary of my dad's death."

"And you're telling me now?" He served me a small bit of the eggs and sat on the other side of the island.

"I'm didn't want you to bother with it. It's nothing really..." Yet, dad was something big....