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

Day 25

So far the days have been going by without anything big happening. Like no one died or tried to talk about my scars. No drama, and it's been helping me keep myself from continuing the itch issue. I've been using rubber bands to calm the itch issue, it helps a little and Mark's okay with it too. Everything's been getting a little better, but today just feels like something different.

I've woken up, sitting up from bed immediately and going to my desk that's now been placed in Mark's bedroom, and he added a mirror to it even. I glance at myself, and look at my messy (H/C) (H/L) Hair, and my tired (E/C) Eyes, and I frown.

Still look terrible as the usual.

I take my brush and dispose of all the curls, and I get ready for the day. 

(TRASH IS I AM)

I walk out of the room and downstairs, to the kitchen where Mark is cooking the same as usual, but always different somehow. He's been trying new things. I sit down at the table, and he looks at me.

"It looks like I didn't have to carry you to the table today. I'm proud of you." Mark says happily, as he flips the bacon on the pan.

"Thank you I tried." I say, even though I really didn't. I just kinda stood up.

He nods a little as he watches it sizzle. "Keep trying, you'll get there. To the greatest parts I mean." He says.

"But I'm already there." I say, crossing my arms as I feel myself smile. we've been attacking eachother with compliments since yesterday, a lot of the times he keeps winning cause he flusters me out but I've made sure I'll get him.

"Aw, How sweet. But you're not quite there yet. You haven't seen my full maximum love powers." He says, taking the bacon off of the pan and placing them on the plate.

"You haven't seen mine either. Which is why I've been holding back my final niceness move." I say, as Mark walks over with two plates, and sets on in front of me and one in front of him, Him being across from me.

No matter what, I can't help but keep noticing a small scar at the top of his head, where he got pistol whipped by Chris. Apparently after recording Chris walked in and knocked him out, tied him to the chair he threw and left him there to eventually get killed, Chris told him every sickening detail he was going to do, And I'm happier that Mark got out of the chair then what would've happened if he didn't.

(Flashback to Day 23)

Me and Mark where in the Living room, playing the game 'Sleeping Dawn' for a test run to see what it's like in Multiplayer. We where talking when suddenly ex's are brought up, and then Mark pauses the game, the idea of ex's made him think of Chris. I look at him. "Mark?" I ask. "Is something wrong?"

"...I-I uh..." He clears his throat a little as he rests his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. "I'm fine.."

"You don't look so fine to me." I say, and I scoot over to him. "What's wrong?" 

He turns his head to look at me, knowing talking about Chris is a sensitive topic for me, but he knows I wouldn't stop pestering him over it unless he said something.

"...You know the Chris incident, right?"

I pause for a moment, and then nod looking down. "...Yeah...?" I say quietly.

"Reasons why I wasn't able to get there before he got to you was 'cause.. After recording, he just walked in and knocked me out, you know, this thing." He reaches up and taps on his head, where the scar is as I look over. "Well When I woke up.. I was tied to my chair, (Which he broke trying to get out and other reason was cause it was thrown) and gagged as well so it's not like I could say anything, and He had the gun, He was being like one of those jackass super villain's sitting right in front of me, and as I woke up he started talking about this shit."

Mark removes what is in his lap (Controller or Laptop I forgot what is needed for the game) and faces me so it could be more serious.

"...He started telling me what he was going to do with you, and what he'll do in front of me, and do to me in front of you, and so on..." He clears his throat again as clearly thinking about it to him is like how I feel thinking about what I could've done, It hurts to think about. "A-And," He stammers. "W-When he heard you coming through the door of the house, I-" He stops as I scoot over, and hug him closely.

"It's Okay Mark, I know you couldn't do anything." I say softly, being like he always is to me as he hugs me back.