Can You See Me? | Markiplier X Reader

SIXTEEN | Short Story

JUST LIKE THE OLD CHATPTER 15 I STILL PLAN TO USE THE OLD CHAPTER 16 LATER ON IN THE STORY.

Y/n's POV

"Ah! Y/n!" My Creative Writing teacher really likes me.
"Have a seat at the desk two steps to your right." I politely smile and sit where he told me.
"Do you know where the keys are on a keyboard?" He asks while walking up to me.
"Yeah." I reply.
"Good! We're writing a short story today on anything you please." My smile grows from a polite one to an excited one.

Exactly what I wanted.

"Here." He places what I'm guessing is a laptop on my desk.
"Word is already open and ready to type. I assume you know where to place your hands." I nod and graze my fingers over all the keys until I find the two things that stick up on the f and j key.
"Okay class!" The teacher steps away from me.
"Today is a graded free day. So write about any topic you want. Preferably a short story." He says.
"You have all class to do so. Get to work."

I can write a good short story in about a half hour, maybe less.

At that thought I begin to type away.

Hopefully I don't spell any words wrong.

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Flashing

A light shines at the end of a dark hallway. Child's laughter fills the quiet void of nothingness. The laughter sounds so familiar. That voice. It's one you've heard before. You sprint as fast as you can to that voice, but you're not really sure why. Maybe it's so you can feel a sense of security in a place that is so unrecognizable.
For some reason, no matter how fast you run, it's like the voice is getting farther and farther away.
Suddenly the melodic child's laughter turns into a screaming cry. Your running slows down and thus time the crying is chasing you. That's when it happens. You don't lightly hits something. Looking down, it's not a something; it's a someone. They're crying, the tears seem to create puddles on the ground. You open your mouth to ask if they're okay, but no oxygen is around to fill your begging lungs.  A dim light shines a few feet away from the crying child; catching your attention. Under the light stands a woman. She looks sad and angry at the same time. The woman screams a scream so loud that it feels like your eardrums are going to explode. Then they both disappear. You don't even notice you're running again until you come to a stop. Someone class your name. Your head shoots in every direction to try and find the voice source.
Nothing.
Again you name gets called.
For some reason you get the urge to close your eyes.
You do.
When you open then again you're laying on the sidewalk next to some street; your best friend right next to you.

"Are you okay?" They ask, very concerned.
"Yeah, why?"
They give you a question glance.

"You just almost died."

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As I type the last sentence my smile never falters.

Let's just hope everything is spelled right.

Raising my hand, the teacher walks over to me.....I think.
"Yes?" He asks.
"I...um....finished my short story." I tell him.
I then hear him pick up the laptop off of the desk.
He's completely silent as he reads my work. Terrified, the sound of my rapid heartbeat fills my ears.
"Amazing!" He shouts, probably getting the attention of the pack of Hyenas known as the class.
I can feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
"T-thank you S-sir." I stumble on my words a bit.

"How can a blind girl be good at writing? She can't even see what she's typing." Someone behind me whispers.
"Maybe she's getting some with the teacher." Another says.
"Yeah, probably." My smile from before turns into a frown.
"Don't think I can't hear you." The teacher says.
"Just for those comments you're getting ten points off your next major test, AND I'm going to read you Miss. L/n's story aloud." My eyes go wide and my face heats up again.
"You d-dont ha-ve to do that
Si-sir!" I wave my hands in the air.
"Nonsense." He laughs.
"Now pencils down. If you still have a pencil in your hand while I read this then I'll rip up your short story and you'll get a zero." There is then lots of clicking that more-than-likely means everyone is setting down their pencil.
"Now I'll begin." He announces.
"A light shines at the end of a dark hallway..."

~~ ~~ ~~

"You just almost died."

It took him so long to finish reading it because he started to talk about his ideas on what if means. He also kept encouraging people to ask questions; which they did.
"You guys can leave a but early today. Finish your short stories for homework."
Everyone stands from their seats while I stay where I am.

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Hey guys! It's been a while, I know. That short story that Y/n writes was obviously written by me. That short story is also part of a poem I had to write for English. Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter even though it's shorter than usual. I just thought right here was a good place to stop for how.
If you did like this chapter please vote and comment your ideas for future chapters.
See ya' in the next chapter!
~Galaxy