Daddyplier

Chapter 1 ~ The Nightmare That Is Reality

I was thirteen. I was leery of the situation because my father was once again leaving. It had been the sixth time he had left that week, and this time, I felt as if he was never coming back. A little five-year-old girl stood in front of him. That looks a whole lot like me when I was little, I thought.

"Where are you going, Daddy?" The little girl said. "I have to leave for a while." He said. I stepped out of the corner, heading toward my "dad". "Where do you think you're going?" I said, stepping in front of him. He looked at me blankly. "You will not break our agreement, our conformity, again."

He walked past me, not answering. He picked up the five-year-old, setting her on the counter. "Listen to me, baby." He said. "Take care of your brother and mommy... " Everything started to kind of fit in its place, like a puzzle forming itself right in front of me. This was me.

"I love you, always remember that." He said. The five-year-old disappeared. "Is this what you call a family?!" I screamed. "Really, is this, what a family is?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I grew such contempt for him.

"Why, why run?" I asked. Suddenly, my "dad" disappeared. I woke up screaming. I had sweat and tears running down my face. I grew delirious with depression. I finally realized it was all a dream. I was 15, so the past began to haunt me, more and more.

My step dad burst through the door. He rushed to me and hugged me. "Another nightmare?" He asked. "Its okay, I've got you now. I idolized him for how much he cared for this family. "This is what you call family." He said. I smiled to myself, and a sudden tear rolled from my eye to my cheek.

*a year later*

I walked in the door to my house. I set down my book bag and sat on the couch. I flipped to a blank page in my sketchbook and began to draw. I was working on a picture of my favorite YouTuber. My inspiration, Markiplier.

It was a shaded drawing. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Someone I didn't know walked into my house. A man dressed in all black. He kind of looked like he was going to be in a funeral. He looked like what I do every day. I thought to myself as I chuckled, what if we are twins? "You might want to sit down."

I sat down on my couch. He stood. He didn't say a word, but he gave me a piece of paper. It said a lot of things that I mostly didn't understand, but then it got to where I did.

Pretty much in bold letters, it said that my mom and stepdad had been in a car accident and passed away. The car flipped 6 times and landed on the top and then exploded. I immediately burst into tears. "No....No....no..." I said slowly. "I'm very sorry, Hope." He said. "I love you, dad... I love you... I love you, mom..." I said, stammering between words. My voice was cracking.

"I need you to run upstairs and pack your bags. I will be back in a couple of hours." The man said. I nodded. He slowly stepped out the door. I picked up and threw a lamp. I started screaming. The only thing I loved... Gone... Just like that.

I finally collected myself and got upstairs. I called my best friend, immediately. "Come on... Pick up.." I said to myself with a knit in my throat. "Hello?" Loni said, picking up the phone. "Um, Loni... I just got some really bad news." "Yes?"

"Both my parents, they were in a car accident. They both died... I need you here." I said. "Um..." She hung up the phone. She lives two doors over. She just barged in and ran to my room. She tackled me with a hug. I cried over her shoulder while she cried over mine.

"Loni... I'm moving to an orphanage." Said. She started crying even harder. "You can visit me every day until adopted tho," I said. "What happens when you are adopted? I just never see you again?" "In your heart. And the internet." I said. We chuckled a little.

"Help me pack," I said. She packed my clothes as I went to my parents' room. I took the family portrait off the desk next to the bed. I took my dads Technicolor hoodie and one of my mom's t-shirts. I went back to my room. I stuffed them in my bag and cried while I did so. I took all my posters down.

I had like three suitcases. Loni helped me bring them to the living room. We sat on the couch. "Markiplier posted a new video," I said. I pulled out my phone. I pulled the video up. "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to another drunk Minecraft."

He said. The guy that told me about parents came in. Loni helped me bring my bags to the car. I hugged her. "Take care of yourself, Hope." She said, she paused and then said, "My parents won't let me go to orphanages." When I asked why she hugged me, and said, "I love you." That was the last I ever heard from Loni, except the internet of course.

We got in the car and drove off. New life, new place, new style. Goodbye to all I've ever known. I love you, Mom and Dad.