Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

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*vulgar language*
"I don't want to!" I expostulated, throwing the pills across the room.

"Y/N, these are going to help you feel better," Mark tried to exhort me to take the Anti-Depressant pills.

"I don't fucking care!" I screamed.

"Please," Amy begged.

"No! Fuck off!" I cursed at them, tears streaming down my face.

Mark walked over and picked up the pills.

"Get them the fuck away!" I shouted in protest.

Mark mixed a pill in the middle of my breakfast.

"I'm not eating that!"

"Y/N, please."

I was sick of the word please.

"No!" I refused.

Mark sighed and stood up, walking out of the room.

"Y/N, you need to-" Amy tried to talk.

"No, I don't need to! Shut the fuck up!" I interrupted her.

A doctor came into the room with Mark and I turned on my side to avoid the distant lecture.

"I know, this will help me. This will make me feel better. This will make me feel happier," I said before any sort of lecture could begin.

"Yes, you need to take them once a day," The doctor repeated the same God damn information.

"Fuck off," I cursed.

"Y/N, don't-"

"Fuck. Off," I said slower this time.

"Uh, let's talk Mr Fischbach," The doctor said, walking out of the room with Mark again.

God, you fucked up again.
Now they're gonna kick you out.
Good job, retard.
Fucking marvelous.
Well done.

I mentally cursed at myself.

"I love you," Amy said softly.

I stayed silent. I felt Amy's hand on my arm and I shooed it away. I heard the duo fuckoes walk back into the room.

"You're starting counseling today," Fucko uno numero said (aka the doctor).

"Yeah, they'll be coming in some time in the afternoon," Fucko duo numero said (aka Mark).

*A/N don't judge I'm not the best at counting in foreign languages*

"Mhm," I grumbled.

"Thank you, Doctor Lockwood," I heard Mark say as the doctor finally left.

"Y/N," I heard Mark's voice and his touch on my shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled, sitting up to stare at him.

He simply looked away and sat down next to Amy.

I looked at Amy who quickly averted her eyes to her phone and I suddenly felt alone, isolated.

There you go again.
Fucking everything up.
Like the little shit you are.

I grabbed Sam and Tim from the end of my bed and held them close.

"I wish this would all just be over," I mumbled.

"Are you going to eat your breakfast?" Mark asked, avoiding eye contact.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Y/N, do not speak to me like that," Mark said strictly.

"What? Are you going to beat me?!" I yelled again, tears escaping.

He stayed silent.

"Exactly!" I continued yelling,"You try being in a hospital bed for three fucking days and not being able to go home. At least you get to go home! But I can't! All I want to do is go home..."

My voice softened.

"I just want everything to go back to normal."

"I know, I do too," Mark sympathised,"but the only way for you to get better is to be here."

"Locked up?" I asked softly, lifting my arm to show the handcuffs.

"No-"

"That's basically what this is. Somehow, confining me to a hospital bed is going to help."

"Just play on my phone," Mark changed the subject.

I grabbed his phone and watched YouTube.
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"Y/N, the counsellor's here," Mark said softly.

I rolled my eyes and took out my earbuds, turning off the screen on the phone and putting it to the side.

"Hi, my name's Li," the lady 'Li' introduced herself. She had brown hair, in a neat bun with a side-fringe hanging down, and hazel eyes. She looked no older than eighteen.

(A/N *wink wink*)

And soon enough we started.

She asked me a few questions which didn't sound intruding and I actually didn't mind speaking to her.

It felt nice to talk to someone other than Amy or Mark or a stupid doctor.

"You need to take those pills, you know," She said towards the end.

"I don't want to!" I protested,"Stop trying to make me take them!"

"Sessions over anyway, sweety," Li said, relieving me.

She walked out of the room and Amy walked in. I assumed Li was talking to Mark.

"So?"

"So what?" I snapped.

"You need to-"

"I need to do this, I need to do that! Just stop telling me what I need to do!" I started crying.

Amy sighed and sat next to me on the bed, comforting me.

She's sick of me.
I'm the reason she's here.
She's sick of my shit.

I leaned into her and she held me closer.

She kissed the top of my head which calmed me.

"You're in here so you won't hurt yourself," Amy explained.

I did previously try to hurt myself.

She was now cradling my head as I softly cried.

"I'm sorry," I apologised.

"I love you."

Those words consoled me as I finally stopped crying.

Amy pulled out of the hug and smiled.

"All better?"

"All better."

A/N Awww that was sweet. Sorry for a bit of a shorter chapter! I promise I'm not intentionally trying to make fictional you bipolar...ANYWAY! Thanks so much for reading this chapter and I'll see you in the next one!
-Lily