Crazy (Crankiplier)

8: why?

Ethan

What if someone dies again, or he rapes me again? I go in a state of panic (! At the disco). My vision blurs up and my breathing speeds up. And a large figure crouches down in front of me.

"Ethan, you having a panic attack," Mark says. "Breath slowly. In and out..." Mark makes me copy his breathing and soon enough I'm breathing normally.

"T-thank y-you." I stutter.

"No problem." Mark says.

He pulls me up so I'm now standing in front of him. He brings me to his bedroom and sits me on the bed next to him.

"Ethan?" Mark asks

"Yeah." I say.

"Why did you do it?" He asks.

I look down... Tears cover my vision. I knew exactly why I did it. Him. He killed someone that meant the most to me. And he raped me. Tears stream down my face as I remember that night. The night he killed my father. The night my world fell apart. I was 19 years old. He broke into my house, I watched as he killed my father and threatened me. I moved after then. Then when I was 20, he found me. He took me with him, and, raped me...

"B-because o-of w-what h-he d-did..." I sob. Mark wraps an arm around me.

"What did he do?" Mark asks.

"H-he killed m-my f-father, and r-raped me..."

"Did you ever tell the police?" He asks.

"N-no h-he t-told m-me he'd d-do it a-again if I-I did." I say.

"Do what?" Mark asks.

"K-kill..." I say. Then he texts me again.

"Unknown: your just a failure, you failed to do something so simple, isn't killing yourself easy."

I cry harder my hands shaking and my phone falls onto the bed. I try to grab my phone but I'm shaking and crying to hard. Mark grabs my phone and looks at the text.

"Ethan, is this him?" Marks asks. I nod. He gives me my phone. He texts me again.

"Unknown: your just a fag aren't you, you're a gay boy, your kind shouldn't be here."

How did he know?

What the fuck. How does he know this about me? Why does he know anything about me?

"You ok Eth?" Mark asks noticing that I was beginning to feel tense. (And yes, I had to call him Eth at least once)

"N-no." I say shaking my head a little bit.

"Ethan, don't listen to him." Mark says. I nod. Then I get another text.

"Tyler: you wanna hang out Sunday?"

I sigh in relief. Its not him.

"Me: sure, what time?"

"Tyler: whenever you want."

"Me: ok I'll probably come at about 3 so I can get videos up beforehand."

"Tyler: ok."

I shut my phone off and set it down. I set my head on Mark's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind.

After a few minutes I fell asleep.

~~Dream~~

"P-please d-don't!" I cry.

He did it...

He pulled the trigger. The body of my father falls to the floor. The man walks over to me.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this." He says. He leaves the house and I'm sitting there crying.

~~end of dream~~

I wake up crying. I sit up my vision blurry. I put my head in my knees crying. Mark who was laying next to me (there was space between them and no cuddling, sadly), woke up.

"Ethan?" Mark asks getting close enough to give me a hug.

I end up crying onto his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Is it about him?" Mark asks. I nod.

"I-I had a-a d-dream a-about him k-killing my f-father." I say.

We stay like this for a while, Mark comforting me while I cried.