This story is everything to me, it has mentions of rape, cutting, drinking, and love. Smut sometimes, it has Septiplier but also other ships like Darkiplier and Warfstache and AntiSepticEye and SepticSam. It's a crazy adventure, bare with me please, it isn't always to detailed because I get distracted. My mind is a weird place :) Thanks so much for reading, and always remember... You still have to change the world.
Mark had just finished his outro to his reading comments video and stretched. He was tired of being this fake in his videos. He wanted to come out and say what's on his mind. He wasn't as happy as people thought. If he said anything his fans would go nuts. He was sick of this and was going to snap.
Ever sense Daniel left he was unstable. He still cried, but held it in as long as he could. He thought of it like a power he had. He joked with himself saying he was like a women, who could hold it in forever. Holding his emotions inside him until he snapped. He was about to snap. He let a heartbreaking sob escape his lips, and sniffed.
He was done. He ran into his bedroom and sobbed. He grabbed his pocket knife that he had at all times.
Should I? He thought. He should... He put the blade against his wrist and pressed lightly, dragging it across his scared wrist. He saw a thin line of blood against his tan skin and sniffed, feeling the stringing pain, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. He moved up his arm and repeated. He had to wear a sweatshirt now but didn't care. It helped him in some way. He felt at ease, he smiled in a dark way, staring at the lines on his wrist pooling blood.
He had did 7 today. More than he had thought he had done. He did a pretty good job of not telling anyone, but he didn't know that Ryan knew. He wiped the blood and tears away, grabbed gauze and a sweatshirt, and went down stairs.
" Hey mark! Want some food?" Ryan said happily. Mark could only fake a smile, it hurt sometimes. To smile and say he was okay, it just sucked. He wanted to be okay, he wanted to be normal, he wanted to be happy, he just didn't know how to start.
" No thanks not hungry." He said with a hollow voice.
Ryan frowned. He noticed how Mark wore long sleeves or watches. He noticed
how he didn't eat much. He noticed how he didn't have the same happy warm brown eyes anymore. He noticed Mark was quieter in his videos, not sharing about his personal life anymore.
" Wanna play Gta5 later?" Ryan said.
" Ryan not tonight. I don't want you to cry when I kick your ass. I'm just gunna upload my videos for the day and go rock climbing." He said trying to sound real. He went rock climbing a lot. The pain of his fingers distracted him from everything, it was like therapy, he knew it was better than cutting and that was what mattered. He knew it wasn't healthy to over work himself like that, but he just didn't care.