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

Day ??

I've been in the cracked void for only god knows how long. I don't even know if there is one. He hasn't fed me, I haven't eaten. It hurts, a lot.  I wrap my arms around myself, hugging myself as my thick blood like tears roll out of my eyes. I've grown an outline, a glow, the color being my favorite one. I've heard others, a female with a red glow through the cracks, a male with a blue, but still, I can't reply. I can't scream.

It's odd, how they seem to comfort me but from what I know of Dark, Mark mentioned Celine and Damien lost the good parts of themselves to create one whole terrifying piece of no good, but it's like what talks to me is the echoes of what's left of them, as if it were a star. Stars, when they die they leave off a blast of light to carry on what is left of them until  it finally fades. 

He comes back sometimes, hits me. My clothes are torn, my scars are always bleeding now, the bruises still hurt, the pain still is here, and It won't go away. I want to die so much more then now. I've tried leaving, I've tried to move, but I'm always in the same place, no matter what. He hasn't come back yet, as of late. I just want Mark right now, knowing that he got shot, it makes my stomach turn. It aches, burns.

I want to scream, but I have no voice, not anymore.

There's ringing... He's back..

(...)

Mark.

He opens his eyes slowly, the sound of the beeping from a hospital bed rings in his ears. He opens his eyes, And suddenly is hugged.

"My GOD MARK!" A male yelp is heard.

"...Ethan?" Mark asks, as Ethan pulls back, smiling as his eyes water a little. 

Everyone's there, Ethan, Tyler, Kathryn...

"Where's (Y/N)?" Mark asks, looking at Ethan. 

"She's probably at home, she didn't pick up but I'm sure she's worried sick, We'll call her back--"

"FUCK!" Mark yelps, his heart beat rising.

Tyler stands up. "Mark calm down--"

"HOW CAN I FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN SHE'S WITH THAT SADISTIC FREAK!?" He screams, he sits up but screams in pain as he lays back, remembering he was shot, he clenches his teeth and whines through.

"Mark calm down, then talk..." Ethan says, putting his hand onto Mark's shoulder.

Mark breathes heavily, and slowly begins to calm down, his eyes watering as his brow furrows a bit.

"...Mark, what happened?" Ethan now asks, and Mark looks over.

"...We were on a date, and I.. I was knocked out.." He lies, really what happened is he passed out; out of no where, and woke up on the ground. "..I heard screaming, outside around the back, and So I went there.. A guy with a gun attacked (Y/N) and I-I got shot.. He took her didn't he..?" He says, bringing his hands to his face. "A-And I couldn't do anything.." 

Ethan reaches over and hugs him tightly, comforting him as Tyler looks at Kathryn for a second, and at Mark.

"What did this guy look like?" Tyler asks. "We might have time left.. even after your miniature coma."

"C-Coma?" Mark pulls his hands away from his face, his eyes widening a little. "How long?" 

"About three days--" Day 31

"WHAT!?" Mark screams, trying to get up but Ethan keeps him on the bed, not letting him get up.  Mark looks at Ethan with a glare. "Let me the FUCK GO-"

"Mark calm down!" 

"HOW IN THE F-" Mark starts to hyperventilate, his heart racing as He scoots back into the pillow looking forward at the wall, his vision starting to darken and blur. 

He brings his hands up to his face, and starts crying, Ethan going back to hugging him tightly, Mark not hugging him back since he doesn't want to show his face.

"I-I don't remember!" Mark whines, lying once again. "I-I Don't know what h-he looks like.." He says, brings his hands up a bit and gripping his hair.

Tyler moves over and Ethan moves off of him, as Tyler puts his hand on Mark's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll find her Mark, we promise."

Mark would curl into a ball, but the bandages around his torso say other wise. He continues to cry.

(Skep)

After about five or Six hours, everyone leaves, Mark still in ruins over you. He sniffles slightly as he stares at his heart monitor. He turns to his left, and reaches over for his phone, and pulls it over. He stares at the cracked screen, thanks to the bullet, Mark fell down on top of his phone. He types in a random number, and as it rings, he brings it to his ear, biting his nails a bit. They pick up.

"Hellllo?" A lingering male voice on the other side says.

"Hey, Will." Mark says, sitting up a little. 

A pause.

"Mark? Oh jeez, I never expected you. What's the occasion?"

"...D-Dark.. He has someone..."

"Ah... So you are after the same thing I am? Getting someone out?"

"Is that what you've been planning?"

"Not necessarily..."

"..Okay.. Well, can you tell me how to get there?" 

"...Really?" Will sounds surprised. "...Huh... Well I'll tell you everything."

William goes on about how to get into Dark's void, through every eye of every needle, not a detail missed.

(...)

You.