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

Day 18

I wake up in the bed alone this time, hardly having any motivation to getting up as I lay there, Opening my eyes eventually. I expected to see my bedroom for some reason, the one I'd wake up to back at the first house, the one with Chris.. Mark walks in, noticing I'm awake and walks over, nudging me a little. "Hey, c'mon."

"Nooo.." I whine, turning away from him and hugging myself.

"Yeeesss. We gotta go get your things and tell people movement." He says, then taking both of his hands and shaking me a bit.

I make an odd pig like noise that usually warns people off, but Mark just shakes me more. "Get up or else." He warns.

"What are you gonna do? KILL me?" I ask.

"No, but I'll tickle you."

"To death."

"There's no death here (Y/N)." Mark says, as I whale in technically agony. "C'mon." Mark wraps his arms around me and tugs me out of bed, my feet hitting the ground as I stay like a limp, which clearly he doesn't care, as he picks me up into the bridal form. 

I groan loudly as I move my hands to on top of me, rather then hanging down from my body.

"But why though?" I ask, looking at Mark with my eyes as he takes me out of the room and soon downstairs. 

"Cause you need food and we need to get your things from out of your place." He says, holding my upper body a bit higher up so it doesn't hit anything on the way down, like the wall. Or a railing. Or another wall.

Mark sets me down into a seat next to the Dining table, of course now I have to hold myself up so I don't fall onto the ground. There's already a plate of food in front of me, not only scrambled eggs, 'Cause that shit is awesome and I totally shouldn't judge the Author for putting it in all the time, but Bacon is there as well. After all I did buy it, but the difference was that he made the eggs into two separate piles with the bacon forming a smile, making a smiling breakfast.

"..God.." I frown at it, as I reach for the fork and stab the hell out of the smile, Mark sitting across from me and watching like a bystander. After it's practically bits and pieces, I pick up what I can with the fork and eat it, glancing at Mark, now noticing that he was watching.

"Morbid." He says, eating his eggs off of his identical plate.

"Well It's honesty. There are no smiles here."

"Except for on my face cause seeing you always makes my day." Mark says, smiling as I stare at him with a frown, it was a cheesy way to start off the day, but for one there was no cheese on the plate, and two; It made things a little lightened.

I continue eating my eggs, taking bites quickly as I want to get this part of the day over with. 

(Temmie)

Once I'm done we where driving to my apartment, to grab my things. We arrived, and are now inside, or once was. I look around the place and I sigh, remembering all the memories that have only existed for three months. The tears, the blades, the blood, the scars, good times. I walk over to the fridge and of course I grab the food as Mark walks into the bedroom, to start grabbing things with me. 

I stuff the food into a bag that we brought, which we brought two, and I didn't really have much so it didn't take that long. I also grab a couple other things, The laptop I hardly use, chargers, Pictures of the only parts of my family that I loved, My bag of friends just in case, and I put it over my shoulder, all of those things now in the bag. I step into my bedroom, Mark standing in the door way of the closet holding the note I last wrote.

Fuck I forgot about that.

Oops I guess.

I walk over, my clothes are neatly folded in his bag that is on the floor besides him, as he stares up at the noose hanging from the ceiling, his fingers gripping the note I'm never gonna be able to use now. Mark turns over and looks at me.

"So this is why?" He asks, his voice a little croaky as I nod slowly.

He scowls for a second and walks over to the rope, crumpling the paper beneath his fingers and palm, and reaches up to the rope, tugging it off the wall along with the metal hook it was tied to. If he was able to take it down that easily, it wasn't gonna hold me anyways. He walks back out of the closet and over to the bedroom window, soon opening it and throwing the stuff out, checking if anyone was under first. He'd feel terrible if it fell on someone.

He glances over at me and shuts the window back down and walks over to his bag, picking it up and putting it on his own shoulder. "Let's go." He says sternly, grabbing my hand and taking me with him out the door of the apartment room, now empty of everything I own, and I bet it'll be happy that way. 

I mean apartment's don't have feelings unless I'm that ugly I give them emotions. He throws the bags into the back of the van once we are outside, me looking up at the building, and smiling a bit that I won't be coming back. I get into the passenger side, shutting the door and looking out the window as I let my thoughts race past my actual memory, Happens a lot, which is why I'm forgetful.

Mark gets into the seat beside me, starting up the Van and driving down the street. I watch the road, and how quick it seems we're going.

If I jumped out now, I could get seriously injured. Possibly die.

The itching on my legs begin to increase more then usual, my arms have just started to get used to it, and back to before. I look forward and away from the street, clenching my teeth a little as I try to ignore the itch.

He wouldn't care anyways, so how about just one? He wouldn't know, he'll mistake it for one of the old ones.

I glance at Mark and back forward, large dark clouds thundering far from us.

"I'm glad we got this done before it got here." Mark says, making conversation.

"...Yeah, me too." I say, sitting up, placing my hand on my own thigh, scratching slightly. 

Mark glances over, noticing and reaching over, grabbing my hand off and holding, locking his fingers with mine as he drives with his extra hand.

"Usually after a storm it makes something beautiful though. Kind of metaphorical." Mark says, taking a turn.

"Like what? Is it that the storm is my existence and once it disappears, aka dies out comes a celebrating rainbow?"

"No," I could tell he said that through his teeth. "It's saying that after a whole shit load a' bad stuff happening, it's going to get better."

"And what if it never does Mark?" I ask, looking over at him.

"It's going to, I promise." He says, glancing at me with a smile, and looking forward to keep his eyes on the road as I soon do the same.

"Now you gotta keep that promise." I say. "Keep yours and I'll keep mine."

"Don't you worry, I'll always keep mine." He says, rubbing his thumb softly against my hand. "I love you." He says, out of no where as it usually happens with couples.

I pause, staring out the window. "...I love you too."