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Chapter Thirteen: The Truth

Chapter Thirteen: The Truth

Just so you guys know, this is my very first Markiplier fanfic. So I apologise if he seems OOC.

Elliot

I stood in the bathroom after having just showered, tracing my hand, gingerly, down the cuts scattered across my arms. If Mark were to catch me in just my towel, or even underwear, he would either see my scabbed-over cuts or the bandages that I wrap around them. Due to the wideness of the piece of wood I used, the cuts have a tendency of opening and spilling a little blood. It isn’t pretty, but it stings a little when they open. It brings me back to reality if I’m lost in my own little world.

Sighing, I pull out the white cloth that the doctor gave me. I slowly wrap it around my wounds, chewing on the inside of my cheek as a warmth brews in my eyes. Will I ever stop crying? I’m sure that others had gone through pain just like I had, but, in my current situation, I felt extremely alone and lost.

Once I finish wrapping my wounds, I slip the towel over my body and place my hand, gingerly, on the knob of the bathroom door. Of my bathroom door. It’s strange being back in my own home, because, even if I was only at my… dad’s house for a few days, I was used to the awful surroundings and conditions. The comparisons of the two environments makes my apartment seem like some sort of fucking luxury.

I build up the courage to open the door and, when it is fully open, I check that Mark isn’t anywhere to be seen. Thankfully, he isn’t. Letting out a shaky breath, I slip out of the bathroom and walk up to my wardrobe.

I pull on underwear and then take my time to select clothing. I needed to be wearing long-sleeved shirts for at least a week or two, until the cuts faded. I select a Jack Daniel’s sweater, pulling on black jeans afterwards. For the moment, I roll my sleeves up. As I reach out to shut my wardrobe, a striking pain attacks my shoulder.

I attempt to muffle my screams of pain by biting down on my lip, but a small yelp still slips out of my mouth. I reach for my shoulder, a curse emitting from my mouth as I reach for my painkillers on the surface of my bedside table.

“Ellie?” Mark calls out, and I realize that he is right behind me. I jump, placing a hand on my chest from the shock.

“Jesus, Mark! Don’t do that!” I yell, blinking rapidly as the panic dies down.

“Oh, damn. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I start to feel a little paranoid. “No, no. I should be apologizing. I’m just a little… jumpy.” I explain, swallowing.

“No, that’s-” He sighs. “-its fine,” His eyes drop slightly, and, as they do, so does my stomach. I reach instantly for the sleeves that I rolled up, but he catches my hand. I freeze, too frightened to even breathe. “So these are the bandages that doctor was talking about,” He says firmly, taking in a deep breath before he asks: “What are they for?”

“It isn’t important.” I say quickly, finding my voice breaks as I talk. I clear my throat, turning away from Mark as I reach for the pills again. My shoulder really was painful; I wasn’t looking for a distraction.