Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

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*Dark topics warning*
I continued to sit on my bed, sobbing and cursing at myself.

"You're useless."

"Why do you even have to exist?"

"You're nothing."

I was sick of life.

Of the piece of shit that was my life.

I don't deserve to live.

I gripped my hand in a fist and opened my door and stormed downstairs.

"Y/N, don't worry..."
I simply ignored Mark.

I opened the cupboard full of medicines.

I needed to find something. Anything. Just something to end this hell-hole of a life.

"God dammit, there's nothing!" I shouted, breaking down into tears again.

"Y/N..."

I felt Mark's hand lightly on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled, hitting his hand away.

I looked at my hands to see them shaking again.

"This...is because of you!" I blamed Mark,"Because of you, my hands are like this. Because of you, my life is shit."

I cried more, not able to stop.

A mixture of hatred and sadness rising inside.

"Being out on the streets would be better than being with you!" I shouted at Mark, looking at him. For a second he resembled my Dad and I hesitated to run away.

I shook my head and ran towards the front door. As I desperately tried to unlock the door my hands started to slip from the grasp of the knob. Mark was carrying me away. Mark was stopping me. Again.

"Y/N, stop!" Mark demanded, sitting me on a chair.

I rolled my eyes.

"Please," I heard Amy's voice.

I looked over at her to see shock and sadness in her eyes. Tears welling up.

Dammit.

I started to sob again. Not able to move. Not able to think. Just sob.

"I-I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Mark said, enveloping me in a hug.

I leaned closer, my sobs slowly stopping.

All of a sudden a memory of my Dad flashed up.

He enveloped me in a hug and I kept close to him.

He pulled out of the hug and smiled.

"Now if those neighbourhood boys bother you again, you tell me okay?" He said kindly.

I forced a smile and nodded.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," He replied.

"I-I l-love you," I mumbled, repeating what I had said in my memory.

"Uh, I love you too," Mark awkwardly replied, pulling out of the hug.

I shook my head.

"Sorry," I apologised, staring at floor.

"Did you want to see the rest of your presents?" Mark asked.

I nodded.

"I guess."
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While I continued to unwrap my presents and pull fake smiles I couldn't stop thinking about that memory. I didn't understand why it came up at such a time.