*BEING REWRITTEN* My Savior (Adopted by Markiplier)

Last Day on Earth?

       I could hear Mark and Seth ending their conversation. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed upstairs to my room. After locking the door I grabbed my razor and made art on my thighs. I didn't stop until I ran out of space, so I moved onto my arms. I couldn't stop crying! I'm not getting enough pain, It's not enough. I looked around the room for anything that could cause more pain. My eyes darted to the hand sanitizer on my vanity. "Bingo," I said to myself. Grabbing the bottle, I squirted a hand full of hand sanitizer and rubbed it onto my cuts. Wincing, I rubbed some more, the urge to get more pain slowly subsided. I looked at the mess I've made with blood all over my arms, legs, and floor. I better take a shower. 

         Taking a large and deep breath, I stepped into the warm water. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but I wouldn't dare try washing it with soap. Once I was done I weighed myself.

          "5'2, 70 lbs, not enough." I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep that night.

              *Dream World* *Graphic* 

          I looked into the mirror, it was broken, just like I was. I saw my mom, dad and.. I squinted. My sister? My eyes beamed with happiness. I then saw my mom crying into my dad's shoulder. I looked to my left and saw my sister jabbing herself in the stomach. She then took that same knife and stabbed her throat. 

     Dreamworld over*

           I woke up screaming, tears were as I took deep breaths and recollected the events of this nightmare. I had a sister that killed herself? She was so pretty... I started to feel myself hyperventilate. I pulled my legs up to my chest and cried into them. I know just what I need to do.

             I grabbed my phone which read 12:28 AM. I texted Seth. "Goodbye, I love you." A minute later it said he read it, which means I better hurry up. I opened the locket that I always wear. It had my parents are their names under them.

   Shelby, which is my mom's name, my dad loved her so much he named me after her. 

   Dylan, my dad's name.

        I closed the locket and kissed it. Okay, time to do this...

      Rummaging through my closet, I looked for my blue scarf. I was perfect for hanging myself. I quietly opened the balcony door, careful not to wake Mark. I started to tie the scarf onto one of the posts. It's not long enough, I need another one, I need to be completely dangling off of the balcony. I went back into my closet and grabbed a green, blue, and white scarf. Tying the scarf onto the other scarf, I took deep shaky breaths. I then heard footsteps, it was Seth... Shit. I dropped down to my knees, hiding so he won't see me. I made a loud noise in the process, knocking over a bird feeder. Seth's head adverted to the balcony.

      "Shelby!?" He started running towards me. "Crap" I whispered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" He shouted up to me. "Seth," He then disappeared, probably to find the front door. I hurried into my room and grabbed my blade and sliced. It didn't matter where I just cut.

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        I made 5 more cuts after that. Footsteps were paddling toward my room. I hid the razor somewhere and hid in my closet. Just as I closed my closet door, my room door opened. "Shelby, where are you?" I heard Mark say. His voice wasn't his normal radio-like voice. It sounded raspy like he had just woken up. It also sounded like he had been crying.  "Shelby?" Seth called out. I stopped a sob from coming out, silently crying. I then heard my balcony door being opened. "She's not here." I then heard my bathroom door being opened. "Nope," Mark said in his raspy voice. "Where could she be?" He added. There was a silence before my closet door opened. 

          My eyes were wide and so was theirs. "Shelby, Oh my God! What do you think you're doing?!" Mark was indeed crying. I feel so bad now, why was I even born! Mark pulled me into a tight bear hug. "I-I'm sorry" was all I managed to get out. "I probably should get going.. my dad might..worry. Mark, stay with her at all times, okay?" Seth told us, Mark nodded. Seth looked at me one last time and left. I cried myself to sleep on Mark's lap that night.