Unforgiving (Markiplier fanfic)

Part 8: The fault

It's been a few hard months without Mark, I still haven't listened to Mark about finding some help. Also being too scared to even talk to someone. I've been cutting myself, but I always end up covering up the cuts with bandages instead of leaving it to bleed out. I'm too scared. Today was the day Mark would be coming back, I didn't know what to do. He didn't have any interest anymore with me. I would walk up to him but he would pretend that I wasn't there, I tried again and again, but he still wouldn't... I should give up. I'm too scared anyways, how will I get help?! I've been exhausted because of stress, the cops still haven't done anything. I don't know! I always cry myself to sleep. But today I decided to tell YouTube about my problems.. If it works out. I said about the fake profile, that those photos wasn't me. And a little bit about Mark but I didn't include his name or anything. After I finished I didn't even want to check if it was okay, I just posted it. Hopefully some people on YouTube understands what I'm going through.. I closed my eyes and sighed.
- next day
- at a bar
- at night
I was drinking my stress and depression away, I would have a smoke once in a while. "Y/N?" I heard Mark, I looked back (Ur not completely drunk, but u know) "Hm?" I hummed. "I'm so sorry, I saw your video." "So what?" I said, angered. "Just... Wanted to say sorry," he apologized, "Good, now go." I said in a sharp tone. "You started cutting...?" He said, feeling pity for me. "I don't need your pity, Mark! You didn't help for shit when I needed, I just want to drink. Peacefully." I yelled at him. "No." "What?!" I said turning around on the chair. "I want to help! Your in a bad condition! Let me help you!" He said grabbing my wrist. "No, stop!" He slid down my sleeve, revealing the cuts on my arm. I swung my arm out of his grip, "You asshole!" I yelled. "Hey, if you two are going to fight, do it outside, I just got new chairs!" The bartender said, pointing at the door. Mark tightly grabbed my arm, pulling me over to the door. We reached outside, the second we did, I slapped him. His left cheek was all red and his head was turned to the side (Right). Mark looked pissed, he sighed and quickly stared me me. "Y/N.." He said, reaching out to me. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I just... I just.. I need to go!" I said running away, I started crying, I've done so many mistakes. "Y/N!" I heard Mark from the distance, but close enough. "Leave me alone!" I shouted.
- At your home
I placed my hand on my forehead. I looked in YouTube, there were so many comments. And they weren't good.
'I hope you kill yourself!'
'She's a slut.'
'She's stupid for showing nudes to that man.' But they're photoshops!
'I heard Markiplier was sleeping with her.'
'Yeah probably, and maybe that man she was talking about was him?'
"No, no no! Don't bring him into this!" I said, getting up.
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- few months later
I couldn't anymore, I had to do it. I need this to just stop. Please just stop... What have I ever done to this person? I cut myself but didn't bandage it this time, I won't need to suffer anymore. I felt dizzy, everything went black.