I woke up to the sun shining through my window. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, flinging my legs over the side of my bed.
*Bzz Bzz*
I looked over to my bedside table to see my lock screen with a 1 New Message notification. I picked it up and checked the message.
Idiot Brother Mark: Hey, Y/N! I was wondering when your flight leaves today. Just so that I can come and pick you up from the airport.
Ugh, I swear Mark and his huge ego. He was sweet but when your his sister. It get's old really quick.
Y/N: Ugh Hi, Mark. My flight is in about 3 hours. It's about a 3 hour flight so I would say be at the airport in 7 hours. Okay?
I hit send and walked to the bathroom. I slipped inside and forcefully shut the door behind me. I was greeted with myself staring back at me through the mirror. Ugh, why was I such an ugly soul? My skin was so pale you would think I haven't left the house in years. My body looks like I've never worked out in my life. However, the worst couldn't compare to any of those. The scars, I had them on my wrists and my thighs. Nothing could hide them. They were hideous. I then walked over to the shower and turned it on. Waiting for it to heat up I took my clothes off and leaned against the door. Letting my thoughts rush around my head.
Slut
Bitch
Hoe
Just then I heard my phone start ringing. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sis! I just thought I'd call you to tell you some of my friends are going to be at my house when I get you!" he explained cheerfully
"Ugh, Alright Mark"
I ended the call and walked back to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and jumped in the shower. The warm water brushing my skin felt amazing. However, all great things must come to an end. I groggily got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I then grabbed my clothes and walked back to my bedroom. I set the dirty pjs on the floor and went to go pick out something to wear to the airport. I grabbed some black skinny jeans and a (favorite band) sweatshirt. I put them on, grabbed my phone and began walking down stairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of (favorite cereal) and sat down at the counter. I quickly ate it and cleaned the bowl. I then turned on my phone to check the time.
8:30 AM
"I should get going" I told myself running upstairs to my room where my bags were.
I grabbed my luggage and ran back down the stairs. I grabbed my keys on my way out. I closed the door behind me and hopped into my car. Then I was off to the airport.
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FanfictionAs the younger sister of non other than Mark Fischbach himself. People think highly of you. Only, you don't think highly of yourself. Your brother Mark wants you to move to L.A to spend time with you and get you out of your hometown Of Cincinnati, O...