Please Don't Leave (Markiplier x Suicidal/Depressed Female Reader)

Day Three

Woo, Spooky sadness.

Everything in my mind seemed a little more humored now, since yesterday. I guess it just made me want to make more jokes in my head or something.

"Ha, Jokes. My life." I say this one out loud, smacking my own knee like and idiot, not really laughing afterwards, just kinda. Doing it.

I reach over to my phone eventually, opening it. This time, apparently Mark hasn't posted a video yet. Nor has he texted me or tried to contact. He probably forgot about me. I sit up slowly, standing up and walking out of my bedroom to my kitchen. I usually don't eat breakfast, I hardly eat at all, But today I felt like I should. I started making some scrambled eggs, the way my mother taught me. Perfect scrambled eggs. They where great always, when she made them. If she where here right now... Oh, right. She isn't. Cause I left. I pause for a moment, then going back to stirring the bowl. It got a little sad, but it's okay. I wonder how she's doing right now.

The eggs begin to sizzle in the pan, as I watch for a few seconds, before walking off to the living room, which doesn't have much in it, But I sit down on the torn couch anyways. I am tired as all hell, I wish I could fall back to sleep, clearly woke up early since Mark hasn't posted, the problem was though, He was always on my mind from the day I saw him in reality. I mean yeah before hand he was also on my mind, but not this much. I push him away from my thoughts, making my mind try to get into the inspiring things, such as trying to draw or write, or something.

Anything other then this. I get back up, getting my eggs as It stops needing to be done diddle done. They where perfect, or at least looked. I guess they where good. I take a small bite, walking back to the couch as I sit down, my eye lids trying to close, but I don't let them. I want to be awake for some reason, which is unusual. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out. A notification from my messages. My heart flutters a little, but my mind tries to destroy every piece of hope it has, but being me, the hope still lingers in me. I tap on it, taking another bite and reading from the unknown number.

"Hey (Y/N), It's Mark. You know, big dumbass on internet." My Hope stands corrected. 

I reply. "Hey, I didn't expect you to actually try to contact me." 

"Yeah, Well I was planning on it yesterday but apparently someone tried to get into my van. Again." Mark says, as I nod, not like he'd know I did.

"Evil." I respond. "Why do they want inside of your van anyways? I mean I get it it's you but seriously. I don't want to know what type of... Things you got in there."

"Hey I'm not a creep." Mark texts, close to immediately. "What is up with you people and your White van creep obsessions?" 

"Oh I dunno Mark, We just thought that Creepy People would sure like to use White vans to lure in tiny adorable children."

"Nah No one so cruel would do such a thing." Mark responds, sadly was wrong, but he knew that. It was a joke conversation anyways, so I smile.

"Yeah totally. How are you doing?" I message, I usually always started like that with my 'friends'. So then they knew how much I cared. 

"I'm actually doing pretty good. How about you?" He sends, as he does, I just notice I ate all my eggs as the fork hits the plate, I glance over, a little less happy now that I can't eat like a pig anymore.

"PRetTY baD. I juST atE All MY egGS." I respond, purposely making it sound funny as I remove the plate from out of my lap.

"Oh shit not the eggs."He responds, then a laughing emoji in response.

I myself didn't send emojis that much, They just in my opinion expressed a lot less than words would. But actions always speak louder, so emojis where just kinda that confusing in between.

"Ikr." I reply, simply laying down on the couch now.

"Ye. I will text you later I've got this thing called work I do." Mark sends. "Goobye."

"Boi." I send back, before turning off my phone and looking at the ceiling.

He actually sent me a message. I didn't ever think he would, but he did. I was actually smiling over it, Growing weak. Suddenly I have remembered I have work. Great. I push myself to try to get myself to start heading there, again another fight.

(Time skep)

I walk out of work at Five Pm, ending of my shift, I carry my bad on my shoulder and I pull out my phone. There's at least five notifications.  Message from Mark, I added him into my Contacts. Notification from youtube telling me Mark posted. Message from 'My Ex'. This guy keeps trying to get me back, he's a bit creepy since he keeps saying he's gonna find me some day. At least like twenty to thirty different messages and photos of.. God. I'm afraid to even open them. The other two are just stupid little things I'm into. I first open the message from Mark.

"Hey, I'm out." He sent this like an hour ago. "You're probably still in work but here's the question anyways. If you're ever free I'd like to have you in one of my videos sometime." My heart flutters a little, as I smile, then my thoughts shoot it down. I begin my reply.

"It's a probable no. No one wants to look at my disgusting face, lol." I reply. "Besides, you've got better people to have on your videos, Smarter, Better looking people." I add, probably gonna regret shooting myself down in the reply but I don't really hide that much since I usually deal with people who don't even try to help. I close my phone, as I start to walk home.

After about ten to fifteen minutes He replies, and I open my phone. So far my mind is already trying to kick in anxiety. He probably got mad or something, or worse he just went with it and he really is using me. I read it, and my mind was completely wrong. As the usual, wrong. 

"You really don't like yourself, Don't you?" He replied. "I don't know why you think that way, or fed you those thoughts but those are lies. You look fucking fabulous, beautiful even." Detective Abe from WKM rolling his fingers down the Butler's face scene comes to mind, making me laugh a little, but blush slightly. "You shouldn't tell yourself things. It's still out there if you want to show up though, I won't force it."

I pause after that reply, thinking a little more. My mind goes a little at ease as I try to let it in again, only a little getting into my mind. "I guess." I reply. "I'm free tomorrow. My boss really doesn't like me getting hours so I just kinda have four days off of the weak."
"Week*" Weak, symbolizing how I just let a Five foot ten man make me care a little bit more about myself.

"Alright, I'll let my buddies know." Mark replies, I can see the happiness in the text, more like feel it really. I've always had a way on being able to feel through the screen with people, Usually what I had to do with, y'know, other people. It's just kind of a thing.

"Okay." I respond, and I leave it with that. For a moment, curiosity peaks as I look at the 'My Ex' notification for a moment, before I swipe it off. I don't want to see hat he showed me.

(Time skip.)

I make it home, to the crappy apartment I lived in. I cashed my paycheck on my way back, so I have money. I take some, a little and I put it in the jar, the save up for your god damn house jar. Suddenly like five thousand notifications ring in my phone, and I open it. Clearly, My Ex. I plan on blocking him eventually, but I love taking him down with very savage words, since I was really always a savage person, thanks to one of my real friends teaching me. Or they just treated me like a real friend.

I grow tempted to open it, but I just swipe them away, swiping them all away then exposing the one that looks different, the one from Mark. He's just everywhere all over my mind, and I in all honesty hate it. I can't grow so attached, not again. I don't want to be hurt again. The itching comes back, as I scratch my arm a little and set my phone down. After about ten minutes in the bathroom I come back out and watch Mark's video. This one was another game one, but he acted different, like more happy then others, not like the joking laughter happy, more like, I met someone happy. I hope whoever he met treats him right, If I'm correct.

They best not use him. I don't want him in my shoes.