Fixing Me ~ Markiplier x Reader

Wow

It has been a month since it went all downhill, (i have changed my number, some of my hair, piercing bars, and a new tattoo) I continue to walk the down the place, pass a small cafe. (The same one Mark had went too) I have no sleeves on today, and no bracelets. Not caring anymore. These scars are my story, i have had a relapse or two but that is normal in recovery. I started to see someone, a therapist, named Austin. And he is lovely. And really is helping me, I use to have one like him when i first started getting severe anxiety, depression and self harm. But i had gotten out of seeing him, because it went down. Then after i turned 18, i had to change the place i went too, but at the time i was seeing nobody. Bad idea.
It was a couple months down the track when it became a big problem for me again. Mark and I are broken up, i guess, we haven't hung out since that night. He eventually stopped trying. Just like Jack and B/n. Jack has gone back to where he was living before but when we used to talk, he said he might be moving here. I miss them. I do, but lately, i have been focusing on myself. Maybe that is good. Who knows.
I feel the cold stares off people, shrugging it off. I don't care today. Today, I wanted to wear a shirt sleeve band shirt, without a jacket or bracelets. Maybe tomorrow i won't like it but for now, I give no fucks. And i hope later on in my recovery i will be okay with it all the time. I have both earplugs in, as i listen to the song, humming to it. I look to my left, through a window and see a guy, not facing the window. With a girl.
(No, not the girl from the cafe ages ago like you would think.) Just a normal girl, in a light grey tank top, a light blue denim jacket, that only goes to her hips in length. A black flowly like skirt pulled up to her stomach, and nice brown dark hair. No fringe. No tangles, just stunning. I shrug it off.
Damn, she is stunning. I'd date someone like that. As long as she is nice.
I laugh at the thought, before facing back towards where i am walking.
(Should i make her nice...? I wasnt then was... hmm)
When your legs don't work like they use to before...
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
When i hear it, I think of that night. The night we sung together. I go to change it, but decide against it. Letting his voice soothe me and the good memory wash over me. I smile.

-Marks POV-
I turn to the window now, having my first date since i lost her. Y/n. I haven't heard from her since that night, i tried to get a hold of her for weeks but even tually gave in, thinking she was done with me. Jack soon went back home, until now, he is in the midst of moving. And B/n, well, her and Jack have gotten closer. Meanwhile, I sort of have been keeping my distance from girls lately. Wishing and hoping Y/n will fall back into my life.
"Ew, look at that girl." Bethany (no offense) says, sounding so grossed out ny something "God, look at the cuts on her. What a freak. And her hair..."
I turn and see the girl, something about her seems so... it can't be.
"Who does that to themselves? What an attention seeker."
The h/c (your hair colour) falling down her shoulders and back, some e/c (eye colour) showing through the hair and as she looks up, in jeans and a band shirt. System of a down shirt. I notice her arms, scars and some new looking cuts on her. Some on the inside of her upper arm, and her wrists, the top and under of them. Some white, some purple, some red.
Is it... Y/n?
"Just, ew." She turns back to her salad, and rolls her eyes.
That is when i stand up. "How fucking dare you!" I storm out.

(I was going to do this differently but i thought it wouldnt suit this book. I was also going to do this in book 3 of the series but i truly dont think my first idea of how this'd go would work in this book. So, i took a segment of it and used it.)

**brofists** 👊