Scars// Adopted by Markiplier

Coming home

Piper POV

"Don't." I said giggling attempting to jog from Mark, my father. He finally got to me as we were running around the parking lot and lifted me up. I was squealing as he was running around with me on his back.

He finally stopped and set me down as we were laughing and trying to catch our breath.

"I'm finally out." I said.

I finally went to a mental hospital to get some physical and mental help. I've been there for about six months now; all of Marks friends visiting frequently. And sure, I screamed at them when they told me I was going, but a part of me told me that I still needed to go.

They said I probably would have committed suicide if I didn't go.

And yea, I planned to do it on February 23, the day of my birthday.

I still have to be watched over, I can't be alone, I can't skip meals. Nothing.

I respect myself now, I'm more confident than ever. I feel like a new person, I can actually laugh with meaning. I can finally express my emotions. And most importantly, I can be me.

I think the main thing that I've learned in this experience is to be yourself, you can act like you're always happy but you can't always hide your actual emotions.

"Ready to go?" Mark asked as he got up from the ground, holding his hand out. I gladly took it as we headed for the car.

I think about my past, I think about all of the tantrums, all of the anger and sadness and abuse. But I think about how much stronger that's made me. And to be honest I'm fine with everything that's happened. It's made me the person I am today.

"Yea, let's go." I said smiling like an idiot as I ran to the car.

The car ride was anything but silent. Mark was talking about all of his new videos and plans for the next few weeks. He met two new guys, Tyler and Ethan. I've met them in the hospital, I'm glad that they didn't feel like they were talking to a crazy girl. We still joked and laughed. We really hit it off.

And Sean.

I missed him so much.

I missed his bright green hair and his smile that always made people feel happy. His stupid jokes, his loudness. I missed it all.

But my mother.

She was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I finally had something I longed for all of my life. And for once, I kept it. She was one of the only things that really kept me sane. Someone I could rely on, someone I could trust.

We finally pulled up to the house. I gathered all of my belongings and started walking to the door.

My home.

"Wait a second." Mark said as he grabbed my luggage and bowed. I giggled and opened the door.

All at once, everyone jumped out. Everyone that I loved and cared about stood before me.

I laughed and cried at the same time, feeling overwhelmed by emotions. Everyone did a group hug and that night was one I'll always remember.

About a few hours later, everyone was tired from all of the stories and excitement. Jack was gonna stay but he decided that he was just going to go to a nearby hotel and stay there for a while with his new girlfriend, she's known as a YouTube star too.

It was later that night, I unpacked my stuff and took my meds for the night.

Yea, I still gotta take them, but it doesn't bother me anymore.

I remember when Mark and Jack literally had to force them down my throat and I had a mental breakdown after that.

But I have to remind myself, it's all over now.

I've looked back on that period of my life, and I am so glad I never ended it.

If I did, I would have passed my sadness and grief onto someone else.

Mark and Amy come rushing into my room and jump up and down on my bed, screaming and laughing. Soon they both just lay down and I'm still sitting on the floor, my clothes all out in front of me.

"What was that?" I asked laughing and get up to lay in between them.

"We're just happy you're home." Amy said.

"Yea, I am too." I said closing my eyes, finally able to lay next to someone, instead of being by myself in a closed in room.

"There's still something we've got to tell you." Amy said, happiness in her eyes, the kind of happiness I haven't seen in a long time.

"Yea?" I ask, unsure of what they're going to say.

"We're getting married and... I'm pregnant."

For once, I actually knew things were going to be okay.

The End.