Daddyplier

Chapter 3 ~ Getting Noticed

My parents were both in a car. They were holding hands and singing to their favorite song. It was "all of me" by John Legend. They loved it because it reminded them of themselves. They were singing when suddenly a dear hit the side of the road.

Causing them to run off the road and roll down a hill six times before hitting the top of the car. My mom was instantly dead and my stepdad couldn't move. He almost got out, but the car blew up and was on fire. I woke up in a pool of sweat and tears. I was crying really hard when I woke. I guess Evan heard me because he came into my room.

He came to my bed when he saw I was crying. Without saying a word he hugged me, really tight. "It may seem bad now, but trust me, it only gets better from here." He said. I cried even harder. "I had a bad dream... About my parents' death.."

I said, my voice cracking. "And ya know, the last thing I said to my dad was don't die. I love you." Evan gave me a surprised look. He hugged me. He let me cry it out. He was a real friend. He stayed there until I fell asleep. I woke and he was gone.

I walked out of my room and went to the hall. Evan was on the floor, staring at my door. He jumped up and hugged me. "Thank you." I said, hugging back. We went to the kitchen. We went to the table with Mary and Alex. We ate. We went to our rooms. Mary, Alex, and Evan followed to my room. I made a vlog. Then I made a singing video.

Both were posted. Evan stayed with me, but Mary and Alex left. Suddenly I got a notification. The first comment on my singing video was: "you are so good! We should do a duet some time!" From Markiplier. I freaked. He noticed me. He got on twitter and direct messaged me. Our convo went a little like this:

Markiplier: Hey you're so good at singing! Way better than me. I subscribed BTW :)

Me: Nah! I could never be better than you! And you did?! That's awesome!

Markiplier: awe :') and wanna bet? You're so better!

Me: Nah. You're better.

Markiplier: okay I won't argue. I just wanna say I'm sorry for your loss... I couldn't take losing my dad let alone both my parents.

Me: don't be sorry. It's not your fault. And yeah, its tough, but I'll get adopted and hopefully get through this.

Markiplier: what place are you at?

Me: the orphanage of Cincinnati.

Markiplier: OK I gotta go, but keep posting! You're great! I will stay in touch. Huge fan! I love ya!

Me: love you too!

I think I died a little. Evan was smiling ear to ear. He patted me on the back. "Markiplier is a fan. That's how you know your good. I'm gonna go to my room before they get pissed." He said before leaving. He waved and I waved back. I got on the floor and jumped up and down. I was so happy. "I hope your proud dad." I said, looking to the sky. "He is." Said a voice. I looked at the doorway.

It was a guy. He was the guy who told me my parents were gone. "Don't hate me. I had to tell you." " I don't hate you. I understand." He hugged me. I hugged back. "I just wanted to say I'm proud of you." He said. He kissed my forehead. He left. I wonder what that was all about. Mary came into my room. "Markiplier noticed you." She said excitedly. "I know!" I said happily.

"I never expected to be excited and celebrating with SnakeeSkinn" I smiled. "Well, now you have." I said. "Lunch." Evan said to me and Mary. We sat and ate lunch. Soon after that was lunch and finally dinner. And then bed. Days passed with no sign of any hope. Kids got adopted left and right, including Mary and Alex. Evan and I were stuck. Until the person saves me, goodnight mom and dad. I love you.