You Saved My Soul- Markiplier x Suicidal Reader

Chapter 1

Your POV

Ugh. Another day in this world. You hated life. You hated existing. You see, you had severe depression. It started when your father abused you as a child. He would come home drunk with some random girl from some random bar. Sometimes he would simply yell an insult at you, and other times he would hit you with whatever furniture was closest to him. Tonight, you were at another random bar, drowning your sorrows with cheap alcohol that you couldn't afford. You wore black jeans and a light grey sweater with a white outline of a cat on the front to hide the scars that you had put on yourself. Your hair was tucked in a simple black beanie, and your head looked down at the floor, not even bothering to look for anyone. You knew that no one gave a single crap about you, and you hated yourself for it. You starved yourself and cut yourself hoping to somehow find a way to end it all. You considered pills, but they were too expensive. You supposed that you could cut yourself and bleed out, but you figured that people would hear you. You sighed from disappointment when suddenly a young man in his twenties sat in the seat to your right. He had a bright red floof and chocolate colored eyes. He had a small, brown stubble growing on his chin, and he wore red flannel over a plain, black shirt. His dark skinny jeans were ripped slightly at the knees, and he tapped his blood red hightops on the ground to the rythm of the music. He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Two Jack Daniels please. And give one to the beautiful lady next to me as well. Thanks." I looked up to the stranger in surprise. I was hallucinating. I must be. No one ever called me pretty. I was ugly. This very charming (and quite handsome) man had sat down in the chair to my right, slowing moving his finger in a circle, removing the thin layer of dust that had collected on the bar. He turned his head and said, "I'm Mark. And you are?" I continued to stare at Mark until I managed to reply with. "Oh... My name's Y-Y/N.." Mark chuckled and said, "You don't have to nervous, I'm not gonna bite ya.." I chuckled slightly, my mood beginning to lighten up a bit. Mark tilted his head at me as I sniffled and swallowed, forcing myself not to cry in front of him. "Something wrong?" He asked. "Whatever it is, life will always try to bring you down. But you gotta punch Life in the gut and say screw you. I'm not following your rules." Somehow, that was the exact thing that F/N say to me whenever someone insulted me. Recently though, F/N had died from cancer. The cancer had appeared out of nowhere and in a matter of hours, F/N was in a hospital, being put on life support. I received a call about her/his condition, and drove as fast as I could to the hospital. When I had reached the reception desk, the nurse told me that F/N had died minutes before. I had run out and found whatever bar was nearest to me, not even bothering to look for a name of the bar. Now I was here now, in a random bar drinking whatever I could get my hands on. I simply couldn't hold it in anymore. I downed the drink that Mark had given me and ran outside. It was freezing outside, but I didn't care one bit. I sprinted to the nearest bridge I could find. I heard footsteps approaching me fast as I stepped out onto the edge of the bridge. I inhaled slowly, and closed my eyes, ready to leave this horrible world. I leaned forward as gravity took over and pulled me down to the cold, rushing water below me. I felt the impact as my clothes grew heavy from the water. I held my breath as my vision blurred at the edges, and I heard another splash. "No. Please no. Please don't tell me that he jumped.." I thought. I was about to pass out when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around me.

Mark's POV

Y/N ran outside, tears streaming from her eyes, and in a fraction of a second I was sprinting after her. My flannel flew from my arms somewhere behind me and cold air stung my arms, since I was only wearing a short sleeved shirt underneath. I didn't have time to get it, I needed to find her. I forced my legs to move faster as I saw Y/N step onto a decaying bridge. Time seemed to stop as she leaned forward and disappeared from my sight. Before I could think properly, I jumped over the bridge after her. When I hit the cold water, I immediately got up and searched for Y/N. After looking around frantically, I managed to spot an almost lifeless body. I rushed over to the body and dragged it onto the shore. "Dang," I thought. "She weighs next to nothing.." I managed to drag her lifeless body to the shore and checked for a pulse. I sighed in relief as a felt a small pulse when I placed my fingers on her cold neck. I called 911 as Y/N stirred and groaned, and attempted to open her eyes to look at where we were. She managed to successfully open her eyes, but she avoided my gaze at all costs and made it so it was nearly impossible for me to see her face. I sighed and grabbed her wrists, pulling slightly in an attempt to remove her shaking hands from her face. Y/N winced as I laid my hands on hers, careful not to touch any new cuts that littered her wrists. "P-please don't h-hurt me-e.." she stuttered, as she moved her forearms to block her torso and head. She curled up in a ball and hugged her knees until her knuckles were white. My heart broke and I choked back a sob as I realized that someone had hurt her. Someone she had feared for most of her life had broken her. I looked at her, sympathy clear in my eyes. I slowly moved my hand closer to hers and she flinched as I grabbed her hand and used my thumb to stroke her palm. "It's ok." I said. "You're ok. Everything is going to be fine." Y/N sobbed into her jeans and I made a decision. I wrapped my arms around her thin, fragile torso and let my hands rest in between her shoulder blades. She cried into my shoulder and I used my hand to caress her hair, like when my mom did to me whenever I had a fever. I heard the distant sound of sirens and I knew that I had to let Y/N go to the hospital.