You Are Like No Other... (A MARKIMASH x READER)

Hey Aaron

Mark's POV
11:34 PM PST
December 10th

"THOMAS, I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT WITHOUT HIM!! I NEED HIM HERE, NEXT TO ME!! I CANT GO ON WITHOUT HIM!!" I yell.

"Dude, it's okay... You can get through this... You just need to tell him how you feel..." Says Thomas, my brother.

"I DONT KNOW HOW!!"

"You'll find a way... Listen, I have to go... Just don't do anything you'll regret like before... Bye, Mark"

"Bye, and I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay..."

The line went dead.

Ugh, I need to get my anger under control... Maybe I can... No. Those have side effects... But maybe if I take an anti-depressant at the same time it won't make me as sad.

I walk to the bathroom, wash my face, and get in the medicine cabinet to grab some anti-anxiety pills and anti-depressants. The one side effect I'm worried about of the anxiety pills is that they can make you more depressed...

Shit, I don't have any anti-depressants left. Should I risk it? I really need something to calm me down and I don't think I could do anything to really help me with this accept those pills. Whatever, I'll take them...

I unscrew the cap, fumbling with the child's lock. I take two out and take them to the kitchen for water...

I grab a glass with my shaky hands off the counter. I drop and shatter it. Great... Where's the broom...

I sweep up the mess and get a plastic cup. I fill it with water and down the pills, coughing a bit.

I pull up a stool and sit at the counter looking around my apartment, starting to choke up. I feel the tears stinging my eyes. I need him, I need him so much... He's not like all the other guys and girls I've met before... He's different. He's perfect. He always laughs at my jokes, is the type of person to jump in your lap after a jump scare, he's fucking handsome as hell, and he's...he's the one... I just know he is! If it just wasn't for that idiot Jess, she's stolen my man and I don't see her letting him go anytime soon... Last time I saw them, she was all over him. Kissing, touching his hair, touching his thighs... It hurt so damn much to see them together... I should be happy that they have each other, but I'm not...

I pull up my shorts and look at my thigh... I trace the many lines with my fingers... There's so many of them... Would it really hurt to add a few more? No one notices since I do it on my legs and I wear jeans all the time...

I lean over to one of the drawers and get a knife out. I just hold it in my hands then move it to my leg. I drag it sideways a couple time until I can see the blood form.

I hold a paper towel on my leg and run to the bathroom to get a bandage.

After I clean up I get a call. I pick up and look at the caller ID. It's Aaron. Usually I'm all happy and giggly to get a call from him, but those pills are making me tired.

I wait a minute before I answer.

"Hey, Aaron" I say.