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

Day 27

(Flashback for a second to Day 26)

Mark.

Mark walks up the stairs, having just got done with the call with Alesa. She talked A LOT, of course, Mark being the patient man he's always been, he takes it as nothing. He loves hearing about what his fans have to say, no matter what. Mark suddenly hears aggressive female crying beyond his bathroom door, and becomes worried. He thinks about you and everything you've been through, and he gets even more. He walks over, and knocks on the door. 

  "(Y/N)? Are you okay? I know you're on your uh, period but-" You Cut him off. (I'm sorry I like puns.)

"I-I'm sorry." You cried out, and you hic. Panic washes over Mark.

Did she break her promise? He thought. FUCK. PLEASE be okay.

He tries to turn the knob, but it won't let him through.

Why? Why did she lock it? 

 "(Y/N)? What happened? Open the door please." A pause. "(Y/N) Answer me!" He screams, water touching the corners of his eyes, and when you don't answer, he starts ramming his shoulder into the door hardly, at some point it falls to the ground, him stumbling forward a bit. His eyes widen and he screams, bringing his hands to his mouth, shocked to see you unconscious with blood coming from your injured arm. He runs over, reaching down for your sleeping body, on his knees, he brings you up to him as he leans down and listens to your heart beat. It keeps going, You're still alive, but it's becoming slow.

"FUCK-- NO!" Mark screams through his tears, pulling out his phone and dialing 911 as he holds you to his chest, screaming technically rather then sobbing.

They pick up, and he pretty much screams at them to come over, and so they do. For the whole time he waits, he holds you to his chest, if you where awake you'd be able to listen to his rapid heart beat, plus the repeated times he asks you "What did I do wrong?"

(Now my fam.)

Your POV

I stare into the darkness, the ringing, the blue and red, whispers, it's everywhere.  He's behind me, I know it.

"(Y/N), that I have to agree with, you're pretty pathetic. But either way, I love you." 

He sounds to much like Mark, so much that everything he says to me is right.

"But listen, I have a deal.. I love you, and you love me, right?"

I can't help but nod, Not like by my own will.

"Good.. Now you can let me in. And I'll give you everything you've ever wanted.. Chris gone.. Mark gone.. Alesa gone.. Just me. And finally happiness. Only me.." 

I awake from what I can only call a nightmare, but calmly unlike I usually do where I jolt from the dream, but I open my eyes slowly, the ringing matched with the beeps of my heart, the whispering matched with a male's muttering and soft sobs, the red and blue match with the colors of someone hair, and someone's shirt.

My blurry vision finally becomes sharp, and I see everyone. 

Ethan, wearing a blue shirt, sitting beside Mark who grips my hand tightly, the hand with the bandages wrapped around it's arm, blood soaking through. Ethan comforts Mark, who has his head rested on my leg that is under the blanket, I can tell he's the one crying and whispering, his back hovering lightly. On the other side of the bed, in a different seat, Tyler sits in a thinking man position, and he's the one who notices me.

"...Ethan.." He says softly, and Ethan looks over, he just stares, I could tell he was disappointed. 

And I was disappointed in myself. 

He still doesn't care, (Y/N).

I ignore them, knowing who they are now, their intentions. Mark lifts his head, and he immediately reaches for me, hugging me tightly as I can now hear his sobs more clearly, now that he got a little louder and they aren't muffled. I weakly reach on of my arms around him, not the bandaged one, that one feels to weak to move.

"Wh-Why!?" Mark whines, gripping my patient gown tightly, as I nuzzle my face into his shoulder.