The Scream Behind The Screen {Markiplier X Abused Reader} [First Draft]

Prologue

With a strong hand, I fell to the floor, victim of a bitch slap. Jude chuckled to himself.

"What's a matter, little (Y/N)? Why the sad face?" He mocked me.

I couldn't say anything. My voice doesn't belong to me anymore. It hasn't for a long time.

He took a swig of his beer, wiping his mouth with his behemoth of a hand. "That's a good girl. Everyone is better off without you." He turned his back to me and walked away with drunkenness.

My arms uselessly dragged the rest of me to the corner of my room, whimpering like a hit dog.

There, I grabbed my laptop I keep hidden from him, right under the rotting 'skin' the floor had peeled. He already took my phone... I just need to see my best friend one more time... to make me smile like the early days.

My fingers rhythmically typed the most wonderful nickname ever:

Markiplier.

Hello, everybody! My name is Markiplier!

"Mark..." Tears rolled down my cheeks, my jaws clenched, as I watched him smile and wave with happiness. "Help me."

But I know he can't hear me.