Can You See Me? | Markiplier X Reader

Fifty-Nine | Steal

Y/n's POV

I lie on the cold bathroom floor.

Sickness washes over me once more and I throw up even more.

A squeak comes from behind me.

"Fuck!" I hear Mark whisper.

I then feel his hand on my side.

"You gotta sit up love. You can choke if you throw up while lying down."

He helps me up and pulls my hair back as I hold my head over the toilet.

"You're staying in bed tomorrow while I take care of you." He says.

I shake my head.

"I'm fi-"

I start to cough as more bile tries to come up, but nothing is left.

"You are clearly not fine." He says.

Mark starts to rub my back.

I'm out of breath.

"Think you're done?" He asks.

I nod.

He lets go of my hair and pulls me back against his chest.

My eyes travel to all of the grossness around us.

The floor is covered.

I see that Mark's knees have some on him. I cringe.

"Sorry." I apologize, closing my eyes.

"There's noting to apologize for. You're sick. I'll clean this up."

I shake my head.

"N...no. I did it....I sh-should."

Mark just chuckles.

"Stop trying to be strong. You dont need to right now."

I just sigh and let myself relax in Mark's arms and soon fall asleep.

Kadence's POV

The cup in my hand has long since went cold. Hours of just holding it and not taking a single sip.

Too many thoughts.

Too many decisions that still need to be made.

The Batista has been glancing over at me every few minutes.

She probably thinks there's somthing wrong with me.

I sigh.

The cup.

It feels so heavy.

Like it's filled with lead.

Yet it's just a cup.

Only coffee.

Just a drink.

I try to lift up the cup and yet my arm just shakes.

If I let go then I may never get to have it again.

I dont want to let go, but I have to leave eventually.

Soon it'll close and I'll be kicked out.

"Are you okay?"

I jump.

I turn to see the Barista giving me a comcerned look.

"I'm fine." I say without even noticing.

Fine?

You're far from fine.

"You've been here all day Ma'am."

I look up at the clock.

I came here at eleven this morning.

It's now eleven at night.

"You haven't even taken a sip of your drink."

I nod.

"Are you sure everything is okay? I've never seen you around here before."

She's trying really hard to figure me out.

"Is something wr-"

I stand up abruptly which startles the Barista.

She jumps back.

Without looking at her I pick up my cup and walk out of the café.

Maybe I'll hold on just a bit longer.

Third Person POV

She stands in a barely lit room.

The woman looks completely mad.

A large corkboard is on the wall in front of her.

Pictures litter it.

Different colored strings connect different pictures.

"La la, la la..." She sings.

"I'm going to hurt you."

She says.

"La la, la la la..."

She stares directly at the picture of a certain someone.

"You're gonna wish you were never born."

The knife in her hand feels as natural as a pen or pencil.

"You stole him from me."

She steps closer.

"So I'm gonna steal something from you."

She takes the knife and makes crosses over the eyes on the picture.

"You're going to lose all that you've ever wanted."

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Hey guys! So sorry that this chapter is so short. I just feel that it needed to end here. Look out for another chapter later.
See ya' then!
~Galaxy