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

Day Five

I watched the Video I was in, Over and Over. I watched my ever flaw. I was sickened by my every flaw. I hate how much I let feelings push me down, keeping me from actually pretending. I don't know why it got two times worse. But it did. Since then Mark as been asking if he could come over, acting worried and such. I myself am worried he could've seen something he shouldn't. But I let him come over anyways. I sit back into the couch, I don't have a TV so I just kind of have my phone and a small chromebook. Seeing as I.. Ran away from home, I don't have that much.

The door is hit with a couple knocks, and I stand up and walk over, looking through the peep whole. It's Mark, but the effect the peep whole does makes it look silly. I open the door, Mark looking down at me with a smile.

"Come in." I say as my greet, Him then walking in and looking around, clearly can't be impressed.

"Wow, Okay." Mark  says, looking at me. "...So you live here?"

I nod, pushing the door shut.

"Shit, I know. This place is technically the rock I live under." I say, walking back to the couch and sitting down, and He sits down with me, a little bit close to be honest. He looks down at me and smiles lightly, as I look back up at him and smile back for about a second, and back down, opening my phone.

"...Why did you want to come over so badly?" I ask, putting in the password. Not Like I cared if he knew. I don't hide any of my 'friends' in my phone.

"...Well, Yesterday you acted off so I wanted to see if you where okay."

Bish you don't know me. I groan, leaning back. "I'm fine, I was just in a bad mood yesterday." I say.

"Boi." Mark says, clearly as of late he's been treating me like a real friend, I turn my head over to look at him.

"I'm a girl."

"GURL."

"That's better."

"...Boi." He mumbles under his breath before taking in one lousy noisy one to block off any of my complaints. "ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THATTT." As he breathes his voice becomes high pitched as he becomes meme lord right before my eyes.

"YES I AM sure about that." I say, nodding a little to myself. 

Mark frowns at me, looking like he knows I'm lying as he points at my face, and I giggle at him.

"Oh no you caught me I'm totally gonna tell you everything." I say, my sarcasm accidentally sounding real to him as he looks at me normally.

"...Really?"

"No."

"DAMMIT." He stomps very lightly, remembering that this IS an apartment on the second floor. 

I giggle a little. "Yup, Not telling you a word." I say, as I look at my phone again as Mark complains under his breath.

I see my Ex, Which is by the name Chris, has texted me, but this I can see the first words being "I found where..." And it suddenly begins to worry me, and so I HAVE to look. I open it, and I can see a screenshot of me In Mark's video, and I sit up suddenly when I read the text, saying "I found where you are, or close to at least. We'll be together again, Love you."

Top ten reasons why I called this fucker creepy. Mark can see the worry in my eyes and looks over at the phone without my acknowledgment.

"The Hell?" Mark mutters, and he's close enough to me that I hear him. 

I look at him as our faces are about an inch apart. I scoot away from him and I make it so he can't see the phone, he clearly seems concerned. "It says your Ex..." He says.

"Yeah I can read too you know." I say, my breathing is actually turning into hyperventilating, 

"Hey, Calm down." Mark says, noticing how much I'm panicking. 

I shake my head a little. "How can I possibly calm the fuck down Mark!?" I snap a bit as, Mark just reaches over to touch my shoulder, but I slap his hand pretty hardly, Mark letting out a soft yip as he pulls his hand back.

I notice that I actually hurt him after about two seconds after, and I only hyperventilate more, Soon realizing that an Anxiety Attack was building up. "I-I'm sorry." I say, turning off my phone and blocking off my face from sight, bringing my knees to my chest as I try to calm my breathing, but it's not that easy. Suddenly Mark reaches over and grabs me, tears welling up in my eyes as he brings my head to his chest, and I can hear his slightly rapid heart beat. He begins to shush me. "Just follow my breathing, Okay? Everything's gonna be okay-"

"N-No it isn't.." I whine a little, My mind clearly not wanting to calm down, but he shushes me once again. 

"It's going to be Okay." He says, and I follow as instructed soon, I breathe as he does, making my breathing synchronized with his as I grip the sides of his shirt a bit, one of his hands playing with my hair softly and the other one just hugging me, Making things a little easier, like he was untying a knot around my throat. I hic a few times as I keep my breathing to copy his, and eventually after a while of staying in that position and him telling me everything was going to be okay, I finally calmed down, and I just ended up hugging him normally. It felt right, Like I wanted to stay there forever.

"...Hey." He says, quietly, as I look up at him slightly, him smiling down at him with a comforting smile. "...How's you doin?" He asks, making it sound like a joke of course to calm me a bit more, and I appreciate that he's trying to make me smile.

"...I-I... I'm doing better..." I say, pulling away from the embrace noticing I was getting attached, and he lets me go.

"That's good, great even... Now If you're okay can you tell me what's wrong?" He says, his voice sounds low and cautious like every word he says could possibly cut a red wire, But I would understand why. I literally just had a Anxiety Attack in front of him, and some how he knew how to help.

"...I-I..." I open my phone back up, looking at the Texts. "...I-I left my home just a couple months ago. I lived with my Ex, Chris, He was a douche." I say, scooting myself back over to Mark, and I pull up a picture of Chris. He has short light brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was looking at the camera when this was taken of course.

"Y-You see, He was a lot like my dad. He couldn't stand me being around other guys," I glance up at Mark, expecting him not to be listening, but He is, and I look back down at the photo. "He didn't like me talking either... He just hated me in general.. Like a lot of people only liked me for my looks.. Or some stupid other reason.."

"So I ran away from there and moved here. He hasn't left me alone since, he sent me death threats for the first week and then the next a whole bunch of "I want you back" Bullshit.. I-I'm just scared on what he'll do to me.." I say, staring at my phone and then looking at Mark, who is looking down now. "You weren't listening where you?"

"No, I was." Mark says, looking at me, of course this whole day has been nothing but concerned looks. "...Just.. I didn't know. I didn't expect you to have things so scary." He says, reaching over and pulling me into another hug. Sure getting threatened by a six foot tall man who has a felony is a bit scary, but Mark doesn't need to hug me over it.

Actually Yeah he does.

I reach my arms around him and I hug him back a bit tightly, gripping the back of his shirt. "I-I'm sorry you had to listen to me ramble about shit that doesn't matter to you.." I say.

"What do you mean this doesn't matter to me? This matters A LOT." Mark says, I am about to look up, but he runs his fingers into my hair, and I just don't want to move cause that's like, relaxing.

"I asked you to the video... And technically it's my fault if he finds you. Therefore now I have to promise he doesn't hurt you."

"Mark you don't have to promise anything."

You can't break what's already broken.

"Too bad I've made the promise." Mark denies, making it a thing now.

I let out a groan like sigh as I frown my face into his chest. Thinking about it, this position was a little awkward, But I could care less.

So far in about five days Mark has found his way through and managed to find out a lot, and I can't really let that happen anymore. I don't want him in my drama.. And I just told him everything.

"..I-I'm sorry."

"Why?" Mark asks, looking down at me clearly.

"Cause now you're stuck in my bullshit drama cause you won't get out of my life, dumbass." I say, looking back up at him, going against the relax. 

He raises his brows. "Whatever. I needed some drama in my life anyways. Besides, it's what friends are for. Getting stuck In each others drama." He smiles, as I just stare for a moment, and tilt my head back down to listen to his heart beat.

"I guess.." I say, scratching the outside of my arm's sleeve a little. 

I'm wearing the same clothes fro yesterday, I just noticed.

Oops.