Dead Without You (MarkiplierXReader)

Part 8

Mark doesn't love you...

I placed my face on my knees and held on tighter. I stayed as quiet as I could while I cried. Something broke inside of me as I heard those words play over and over in my head. I know it's true. Why do I care? I don't. Mark doesn't love you. I lightly rocked myself as I chocked on my tears. I wasn't quiet anymore. I was full on balling. I laid myself on the cold tile floor. I have to go. Why did I even come here?

"Y/n?" Mark almost yelled. Why is he still here? He doesn't care. Why hasn't he left yet? He doesn't love me. I couldn't see anything. The tears blurred my vision. I wish Mark would've never found me. I wish I would've walked somewhere else. I wish I could've died then. I wouldn't be in this situation if that happened. "Y/n please, please open the door." Mark's voice held sympathy, Mark's voice held sadness. Mark's voice held care.

But he doesn't care. I know he doesn't. Why would he?

"Y/n." Mark's voice felt grim the more I listened.

I sat up and opened my mouth to speak, but what could I say? I don't want Mark to be sad, I have to leave. Why doesn't he get that?

"Y/n, please come out." Mark's voice shook as much as mine did. What's wrong?

"I... Can't..." I held my hurting throat.

"Why not?" Mark asked quietly. I don't want to. I won't. I... I don't know... I stayed quiet. He will leave.

He will leave...

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I looked up at the clock again, 2am. I'm getting tired. I didn't leave. Nether did Mark. But he has to sleep sometime right? I'll sneak out then. As far as I know he is asleep. I hope so. I'll try to leave soon. I stopped crying a while ago in hope that Mark would leave. But obviously he didn't. I didn't say anything in hours, I've been quiet. Mark stopped asking me to leave at 10pm, but he moves every once in a while telling me he's still there. I haven't heard him move in about an hour. I hope he's sleeping. I quietly unlock the bathroom door. Nothing. I turn the nob. Nothing. I crack the door open an inch. Nothing. I open it a little more and see Mark asleep on the hall floor. Good. I get out of the bathroom as quietly as I can and close the door behind me. When he wakes up he'll think I'm still in there. That'll give me time to leave. Maybe I'll hitchhike out of the city, maybe out of the state. Hopefully far enough to stay away from Mark. I hope he doesn't look for me. Why would he? He doesn't care. I squinted my eyes down at Mark. From what I could see, he looked cute. The darkness made it a bit harder to walk. I started tiptoeing down the hallway as I held onto the wall. The darkness surrounded me.

"Ough." I groaned as I ran into something. I looked back to where Mark was. I don't think he moved. I continued walking. I saw a window to my right, light from outside reflected off the floor and parts of the wall. I could see better, I started walking faster. I need to leave immediately. Right now, nothing else matters. I moved to the staircase and started walking down it. A stair creaked as I stepped on it. Please don't wake up. I continued walking down when I heard something coming towards me. I quickly looked back up at the hall. Chika stood at the top of the stairs wagging her tale. I put my hand over my chest, she almost gave me a heart attack. I continued to walk down the stairs as quietly as I could. When I reached the bottom a loud dog decided to follow. Oh no. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Chika?" Mark's voice could be hear from up stairs. Forget about Chika almost giving me a heart attack, I almost died when I heard Mark's tired voice. I started to panic. Is the door locked? I felt the door nob. A key hole? Seriously? I didn't know what to do. Maybe the back door is unlocked. I ran as I heard footsteps on the staircase. As I ran a light turned on.

Oh fuck.

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