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For those waiting the second part of my Darkiplier story, it is being written, but I've had writer's block for the past few weeks, (also school, Minecraft and other things,) so it's only half way done, but I will get it to you asap. For now, enjoy this little quick fic I wrote. It's sad as Hell! Song here: m.youtube.com/watch?v=a4-Tb4rH… Trigger warning: death.
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Never before had your heart pounded so loudly in your head. Each beat sent another wave of worry through you, as well as another helpless thought. He's ok. He's going to be ok. The doctor will come out any second now and tell you he's ok. Yet nothing you told yourself could change the truth. You were in the hospital, shaking as you sat in the empty lobby. A clock on the wall told you it was almost three A.M. As for why you were here, that wasn't something you wanted to think about right now. All you could think was the same four words, over and over again.
He's gonna be ok.
"Miss (L/n)?" The doctor's voice called from the door. You look up at him only to see a gloomy expression etched on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as he opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Is-" You gulped. "I-is Mark ok?" You stammered. It was hard to choke back the sobs you withheld, and try to not let your voice crack. The doctor sighed after a few moments, and looked to you with a serious look.
"Miss (L/n), I'm not sure how to say this but-" He paused again, as if he wasn't sure of something. Anger began to well up inside you as the tears fell freely. You stood fast from your chair.
"Just tell me what's wrong!" You yelled. This time you couldn't stop it. Your voice cracked, and you sobbed pitifully. It wasn't like it would be news to you; you saw his state when the police scraped him off the street like old gum. You just refused to believe it. Mark was everything to you, and seeing him limp and unconscious like that just tore you up inside. You remembered how helpless you felt as you were held back by the other officers, unable to do anything but watch as he was loaded onto a stretcher. You could've swore you saw his eyes open briefly to look at you.
The doctor finally realized how distraught you were and confessed. "I’m sorry, (Y/n), but his injuries are too severe. Several of his ribs were broken when the car hit him, some of them punctured his internal organs, one of them being his left lung. I'm afraid he got here just too late." Every feeling of hope inside you shattered. Your thoughts swirled around in your mind as you tried to bring yourself to admit it; Mark wasn't going to make it. "If I'm correct, he only has a few more hours left to live. I'd advise you to be with him during them." You said nothing, you simply nodded and followed him into the corridor.
You kept your vision straight as you were lead down the hall to a closed door. The letters 207 engraved on a black plaque and painted over with silver paint labeled it. Below it read the occupants name, scribbled onto paper with black marker in a last minute attempt: Mark E. Fischbach. The doctor slowly open the door for you and allowed you inside. You thanked him quietly and went in.
You looked around the room a bit and found it was quite empty aside from a window, displaying the night sky, a chair, a counter top, a tray with all sorts of medical tools, and a bed that held the broken form of your beloved Mark. His eyes were closed, but you could see his chest rise and fall, but just barely. It surprised you how unscratched his glasses were, despite them being thrown off him when he was hit. His breaths were short and a little ragged, and you thought back to what the doctor said. It must've hurt for him to breath at all in this state. Drying your eyes, you grab the chair and pull it over to the bedside for you to sit.
Mark seemed to hear you and cracked open his eyes. He smiled weakly when he saw it was you. "Hey Babe," He murmured. His voice was low and gravely like he was sick. You smiled sadly and reached for his hand, thankful it wasn't hurt. His grip was light and you could feel his hand tremble softly. "How's my girl doing?" You weren't sure how to reply. There was no way you could describe how awful and helpless you felt.
"Not so good," Was all you could manage. The tears came rushing back, but you prevented them from falling. Mark gently massaged the back of your hand with his thumb as a way to comfort you.
"Has the... has the doctor talked to you yet? About-" Mark was cut off by a coughing fit that made squeeze your hand tightly. A few drops of blood were spewed onto his bandaged chest, and ran down his chin. Once the coughing subsided, he tried to catch his breath, but was reminded of his restrictions. With his other arm in a cast, he moved the hand that gripped yours onto his torso. Tears brimmed in the eyes of both of you, Mark from coughing so violently, and you from having watched it.
"Y-yes," You stammered, referring to his question. You didn't want him to make him talk any more than he should. So instead, you choose to voice your thoughts. "Mark I- I’m so sorry; this is all my fault!" You cried. Once again, you lost control and began sobbing. "I'm sorry I made us walk home, I Should've listened when you said to take the- take the-" Your sobbing takes over as you no longer are able to form sentences. Mark rubbed the back of your hand in attempts to calm you down.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's not your fault, (Y/n). Hey," He lifted his hand to brush the tears from your cheek. "Hey, look at me. Don't you dare blame yourself for what happened." His soft touch help you relax a little bit, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "None of this is your fault, and I want you to know and remember that. I don't want you feeling guilty for something that-" More coughing. "That wasn't in either of our control."
"But..." You whispered. You reached up to grab his hand once again, holding it close to your heart. Staring at the blank white linens he lay on you whispered to him. "I don't want to lose you." Giving up on holding back your tears, you let them river down your cheeks and drip from your chin. Mark was silent for a few moments, his jagged breath being the only sound that came from him. Then he finally spoke, and said something you weren't prepared for at all.
"(Y/n), do you remember our song?" He asked. At last, you looked up at him, confused. You did indeed remember that song, the song both of you claimed as yours, for it was what brought your relationship to life. "You remember. That song will always be ours, (Y/n), every time you hear it, I want you to remember all the things we did together and the great memories we shared. That way, I'll always be with you." You nodded.
"I will," You told him. "I will, I promise I will, Mark." You were a woman of your word, and would keep any promise you made. This one was far from an exception. For a few more minutes, you two sat in silence, you cried quietly while you held tight to Mark's hand.
"(Y/n), will you do me one last favor?" Mark asked. You look up to him.
"Yes, Mark, anything!"
"Will you sing it?" You were silent for a moment.
"What?"
"Will you sing our song to me? Just one more time?" You felt your heart break at his request. How could you sing at a time like this? Then again, something pushed you to do it. It was like you wanted to do as he advised and think back to happier times than this one. Then you saw that there was a wet glistening coming from his deep chocolate eyes, as if it was dawning on him at last that this was really it. You had to do it, it was the only thing you could do for him at this point.
So, clearing your throat and regaining as much composure as you could, you opened your mouth and began to sing softly. "Time is fleeting, you say." The lyrics you knew by heart rolled off your tongue with ease. It somehow cleared your mind as you continued. "When I grabbed your hand, you turned away." Mark closed his eyes just as he let his own tears fall. Not wanting to see, you did the same and went on. "We chased after the sun and the fading light of day." You could already feel your sadness leaving, as well as the strength of Mark's grip. With one last beep, the heart monitor went flat, leaving you with one last tear slipping back down your cheek. "Watched the broken shards slip away."
With a great amount of effort, you push past the last of the people and out the open door. The music was blaring loud enough for you to hear it from outside. How had none of the neighbors called the cops yet? With a dismissive huff, you remove the uncomfortable high-heels from your feet and scamper over to your car in the driveway. You were glad you brought your other pair in case this happened.
You changed shoes then dug through your purse for your key. All you wanted to do was go home and forget all about this mistake. But the more you looked, the more you realized you couldn't find your key. Then it hit you; your friend had taken your keys before the party started to be sure you didn't try to leave. She was determined to get you to socialize with others if it was the last thing she'd do.
With an annoyed groan, you get back out of the car and head back to the house. You didn't care how many precautions she took to get you to stay, you were going to leave and she wasn't going to stop you this time. The music had changed from the hard and loud dub step it was just playing to something a bit more relaxing. A slow song that you knew none of the words too, but have heard before on the radio, something by Bruno Mars. As you came up to the door, you saw another person emerge from the mass of bodies into the cold night air.
It was a man. He wore a sleeveless tuxedo with a red bow-tie and a pair of black slacks. He didn't look like anybody from your school, no one you recognized at least. With a glance back into the house, he breathed a sigh of relief and loosened the tie from his neck, pulling it off completely. That's when he caught sight of you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" He asked, taking a side-step from the door. Normally, you would've slipped past him with a quick 'thank you', but this was different. You had a strange curiosity of this man, but you didn't know why.
"Uh- no, it's ok I'm just out here for some fresh air." You lied. The man chuckled lightly.
"Tell me about it," He agreed. "Not one for big crowds, I take it?"
"They're not my favorite. Especially when it's full of people from this school." You were interrupted by and intoxicated man stumbling out of the door frame past you two. He eyed the guy you were with and flashed him a drunken smile.
"What up, New Kid?!" He cried, his voice probably the only one that challenged the music in volume. That's when you realized that that was why you didn't recognize this man; he had been the infamous New Kid that all the Senior girls claimed was oh-so cute. The drunken guy muttered some more incoherent garble before taking a few steps and falling over. He began snoring loudly, telling you that he had passed out on the lawn.
"See what I mean?" You muttered. The new kid chuckled at the display.
"Yeah, I think I see. But let me tell ya, the place I used to go to was way worse."
"Oh really?" You smirked. "Care to tell?”
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You leaned into your knees for support as you keeled over in laughter. You and the new kid whose name, you learned, was Mark were sitting on the concrete steps that lead into the house. He was in the middle of telling a story of his high school years, and you were busy laughing at it. He chuckled as he went on.
"The best part was when he tried to pin the whole thing on me. Now, I'm not sure what made him think that would work since my arm was in a sling and I could hardly hold my lunch tray. Which was kind of an important detail, I mean come on, six kegs of beer? Yes, because obviously I have mind powers." You laughed until you weren't able to breath; he was hilarious! During the talk you two had, you found out that Mark had transferred from his old college to this one for a better chance at getting a Master's Degree. It surprised you how such a nice guy like him ended up in a place like yours.
"Oh my god," You gasped, wiping a tear from your eye. "Well, I guess you're right, these people are nothing compared to what you've been through." You glanced back at the still open doorway, showing the slowly dying party inside. A good amount of the students had left already, leaving only a small group shimmying about in the abode. There wasn't a clock or anything in sight, so you had no idea what time it was. It seemed like you and Mark had been talking for hours though, ignoring the people inside and listening to the blaring music.
Suddenly your friend stumbled into view, obviously drunk. "Hey, (Y-Y/n), (Y/n) hey. I was just- I just went through my bag and I foun' a key that I don't know whose is. And you to take it." She lazily dropped your car key onto the concrete with a clink. "Ok, I'm gonna go nap on this dude's sofa. Bye (Y/n), bye random guy." With that, she shuffled back into the house. You grab the key off the step and sigh.
"Finally! I can't wait to go home and get some sleep!" You stood up and smoothed out the dress material before turning to Mark. "You ready?" You asked. While you two were sitting out here, he had said that he was also brought here by a friend of his, a new on mind you, and didn't have a ride of his own. You offered to take him home at the end of the party and he accepted.
Mark stood up and brushed his hands together. "Yeah," He replied. "Y'know, I wasn't looking forward to this party that much when I first arrived, but I'm glad I came. You seem like really cool person, and I'd like to spend more time with you." If it had been lighter, you'd have seen him blush. "If you'd like to, that is."
"I'd like to," You said. Just then, a familiar tune came to your ears. A song that had been playing over the radio for the past few weeks that you had grown to love. Tut Tut Child's Hummingbird. "I love this song," You said in a hushed voice. The melodic voice of Augustus Ghost met your ears as you looked back to Mark. You offered an empty hand to him. "Since neither of us got to dance tonight..." He took your hint and complied, pulling you into his arms. Your heart sped up as you two began dancing on the grass, the song's harmony reaching out to you now more than ever.
Hold me close, 'til I hit the ground.
Heaven knows that the only sound
Is my heartbeat, like a hummingbird.
Hear my heart beat like a hummingbird.
Like a hummingbird.
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The surface of the headstone was cold against your bare shoulder, but you didn't care. The funeral had long since ended and you were the only one in the cemetery anymore. Though no one was there, you knew you weren't alone. You knew Mark was there with you, not just as a stiff in the ground, but in spirit. One that would forever live on in your memories and in your heart. You sat there at his grave, the freshly churned dirt being the only thing you could smell, think of what to do next. There were quite a few thing that you needed to be done.
To start, you needed to look for a different place to live; you wouldn't be able to afford your currant apartment without Mark's help. The next thing would be figuring out how to break it to his five-million fans that Mark wouldn't be posting videos anymore. You were unsure about how that one would turn out, but you did know that there would be a group of people that blamed you for the death of their idol, that was inevitable. You weren't going to lie to try and avoid it.
But the thing you felt was the most important, the thing you'd do first, was finish the song. You'd sing the last verse for Mark as he lay in peace under the Earth. Placing a hand on the cold stone, you sung the last bit, not caring if anyone heard anymore. This wasn't for them, it was only for him, and in ways for you too. You'd never forget him, he'd always be with you like he promised, and all you had to do was remember. So you sat there, remembering every moment you two shared, singing softly all the while. When you finished it was silent. A soft breeze blew through the branches of the trees. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating fast.
Fast, like a hummingbird.
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Never before had your heart pounded so loudly in your head. Each beat sent another wave of worry through you, as well as another helpless thought. He's ok. He's going to be ok. The doctor will come out any second now and tell you he's ok. Yet nothing you told yourself could change the truth. You were in the hospital, shaking as you sat in the empty lobby. A clock on the wall told you it was almost three A.M. As for why you were here, that wasn't something you wanted to think about right now. All you could think was the same four words, over and over again.
He's gonna be ok.
"Miss (L/n)?" The doctor's voice called from the door. You look up at him only to see a gloomy expression etched on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as he opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Is-" You gulped. "I-is Mark ok?" You stammered. It was hard to choke back the sobs you withheld, and try to not let your voice crack. The doctor sighed after a few moments, and looked to you with a serious look.
"Miss (L/n), I'm not sure how to say this but-" He paused again, as if he wasn't sure of something. Anger began to well up inside you as the tears fell freely. You stood fast from your chair.
"Just tell me what's wrong!" You yelled. This time you couldn't stop it. Your voice cracked, and you sobbed pitifully. It wasn't like it would be news to you; you saw his state when the police scraped him off the street like old gum. You just refused to believe it. Mark was everything to you, and seeing him limp and unconscious like that just tore you up inside. You remembered how helpless you felt as you were held back by the other officers, unable to do anything but watch as he was loaded onto a stretcher. You could've swore you saw his eyes open briefly to look at you.
The doctor finally realized how distraught you were and confessed. "I’m sorry, (Y/n), but his injuries are too severe. Several of his ribs were broken when the car hit him, some of them punctured his internal organs, one of them being his left lung. I'm afraid he got here just too late." Every feeling of hope inside you shattered. Your thoughts swirled around in your mind as you tried to bring yourself to admit it; Mark wasn't going to make it. "If I'm correct, he only has a few more hours left to live. I'd advise you to be with him during them." You said nothing, you simply nodded and followed him into the corridor.
You kept your vision straight as you were lead down the hall to a closed door. The letters 207 engraved on a black plaque and painted over with silver paint labeled it. Below it read the occupants name, scribbled onto paper with black marker in a last minute attempt: Mark E. Fischbach. The doctor slowly open the door for you and allowed you inside. You thanked him quietly and went in.
You looked around the room a bit and found it was quite empty aside from a window, displaying the night sky, a chair, a counter top, a tray with all sorts of medical tools, and a bed that held the broken form of your beloved Mark. His eyes were closed, but you could see his chest rise and fall, but just barely. It surprised you how unscratched his glasses were, despite them being thrown off him when he was hit. His breaths were short and a little ragged, and you thought back to what the doctor said. It must've hurt for him to breath at all in this state. Drying your eyes, you grab the chair and pull it over to the bedside for you to sit.
Mark seemed to hear you and cracked open his eyes. He smiled weakly when he saw it was you. "Hey Babe," He murmured. His voice was low and gravely like he was sick. You smiled sadly and reached for his hand, thankful it wasn't hurt. His grip was light and you could feel his hand tremble softly. "How's my girl doing?" You weren't sure how to reply. There was no way you could describe how awful and helpless you felt.
"Not so good," Was all you could manage. The tears came rushing back, but you prevented them from falling. Mark gently massaged the back of your hand with his thumb as a way to comfort you.
"Has the... has the doctor talked to you yet? About-" Mark was cut off by a coughing fit that made squeeze your hand tightly. A few drops of blood were spewed onto his bandaged chest, and ran down his chin. Once the coughing subsided, he tried to catch his breath, but was reminded of his restrictions. With his other arm in a cast, he moved the hand that gripped yours onto his torso. Tears brimmed in the eyes of both of you, Mark from coughing so violently, and you from having watched it.
"Y-yes," You stammered, referring to his question. You didn't want him to make him talk any more than he should. So instead, you choose to voice your thoughts. "Mark I- I’m so sorry; this is all my fault!" You cried. Once again, you lost control and began sobbing. "I'm sorry I made us walk home, I Should've listened when you said to take the- take the-" Your sobbing takes over as you no longer are able to form sentences. Mark rubbed the back of your hand in attempts to calm you down.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's not your fault, (Y/n). Hey," He lifted his hand to brush the tears from your cheek. "Hey, look at me. Don't you dare blame yourself for what happened." His soft touch help you relax a little bit, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "None of this is your fault, and I want you to know and remember that. I don't want you feeling guilty for something that-" More coughing. "That wasn't in either of our control."
"But..." You whispered. You reached up to grab his hand once again, holding it close to your heart. Staring at the blank white linens he lay on you whispered to him. "I don't want to lose you." Giving up on holding back your tears, you let them river down your cheeks and drip from your chin. Mark was silent for a few moments, his jagged breath being the only sound that came from him. Then he finally spoke, and said something you weren't prepared for at all.
"(Y/n), do you remember our song?" He asked. At last, you looked up at him, confused. You did indeed remember that song, the song both of you claimed as yours, for it was what brought your relationship to life. "You remember. That song will always be ours, (Y/n), every time you hear it, I want you to remember all the things we did together and the great memories we shared. That way, I'll always be with you." You nodded.
"I will," You told him. "I will, I promise I will, Mark." You were a woman of your word, and would keep any promise you made. This one was far from an exception. For a few more minutes, you two sat in silence, you cried quietly while you held tight to Mark's hand.
"(Y/n), will you do me one last favor?" Mark asked. You look up to him.
"Yes, Mark, anything!"
"Will you sing it?" You were silent for a moment.
"What?"
"Will you sing our song to me? Just one more time?" You felt your heart break at his request. How could you sing at a time like this? Then again, something pushed you to do it. It was like you wanted to do as he advised and think back to happier times than this one. Then you saw that there was a wet glistening coming from his deep chocolate eyes, as if it was dawning on him at last that this was really it. You had to do it, it was the only thing you could do for him at this point.
So, clearing your throat and regaining as much composure as you could, you opened your mouth and began to sing softly. "Time is fleeting, you say." The lyrics you knew by heart rolled off your tongue with ease. It somehow cleared your mind as you continued. "When I grabbed your hand, you turned away." Mark closed his eyes just as he let his own tears fall. Not wanting to see, you did the same and went on. "We chased after the sun and the fading light of day." You could already feel your sadness leaving, as well as the strength of Mark's grip. With one last beep, the heart monitor went flat, leaving you with one last tear slipping back down your cheek. "Watched the broken shards slip away."
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You shuffled nervously through the crowd of people, trying to get to the door as fast as you could. It didn't help that almost every person would accidentally step on your dress and pull you back. All you wanted was to be outside and away from everyone else. You had known coming to this party was a bad idea, but your friend insisted on you finding a date before you graduated college. You didn't even like any of the boys in the university you went to, all of them were selfish douches that only cared about themselves.With a great amount of effort, you push past the last of the people and out the open door. The music was blaring loud enough for you to hear it from outside. How had none of the neighbors called the cops yet? With a dismissive huff, you remove the uncomfortable high-heels from your feet and scamper over to your car in the driveway. You were glad you brought your other pair in case this happened.
You changed shoes then dug through your purse for your key. All you wanted to do was go home and forget all about this mistake. But the more you looked, the more you realized you couldn't find your key. Then it hit you; your friend had taken your keys before the party started to be sure you didn't try to leave. She was determined to get you to socialize with others if it was the last thing she'd do.
With an annoyed groan, you get back out of the car and head back to the house. You didn't care how many precautions she took to get you to stay, you were going to leave and she wasn't going to stop you this time. The music had changed from the hard and loud dub step it was just playing to something a bit more relaxing. A slow song that you knew none of the words too, but have heard before on the radio, something by Bruno Mars. As you came up to the door, you saw another person emerge from the mass of bodies into the cold night air.
It was a man. He wore a sleeveless tuxedo with a red bow-tie and a pair of black slacks. He didn't look like anybody from your school, no one you recognized at least. With a glance back into the house, he breathed a sigh of relief and loosened the tie from his neck, pulling it off completely. That's when he caught sight of you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I in your way?" He asked, taking a side-step from the door. Normally, you would've slipped past him with a quick 'thank you', but this was different. You had a strange curiosity of this man, but you didn't know why.
"Uh- no, it's ok I'm just out here for some fresh air." You lied. The man chuckled lightly.
"Tell me about it," He agreed. "Not one for big crowds, I take it?"
"They're not my favorite. Especially when it's full of people from this school." You were interrupted by and intoxicated man stumbling out of the door frame past you two. He eyed the guy you were with and flashed him a drunken smile.
"What up, New Kid?!" He cried, his voice probably the only one that challenged the music in volume. That's when you realized that that was why you didn't recognize this man; he had been the infamous New Kid that all the Senior girls claimed was oh-so cute. The drunken guy muttered some more incoherent garble before taking a few steps and falling over. He began snoring loudly, telling you that he had passed out on the lawn.
"See what I mean?" You muttered. The new kid chuckled at the display.
"Yeah, I think I see. But let me tell ya, the place I used to go to was way worse."
"Oh really?" You smirked. "Care to tell?”
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You leaned into your knees for support as you keeled over in laughter. You and the new kid whose name, you learned, was Mark were sitting on the concrete steps that lead into the house. He was in the middle of telling a story of his high school years, and you were busy laughing at it. He chuckled as he went on.
"The best part was when he tried to pin the whole thing on me. Now, I'm not sure what made him think that would work since my arm was in a sling and I could hardly hold my lunch tray. Which was kind of an important detail, I mean come on, six kegs of beer? Yes, because obviously I have mind powers." You laughed until you weren't able to breath; he was hilarious! During the talk you two had, you found out that Mark had transferred from his old college to this one for a better chance at getting a Master's Degree. It surprised you how such a nice guy like him ended up in a place like yours.
"Oh my god," You gasped, wiping a tear from your eye. "Well, I guess you're right, these people are nothing compared to what you've been through." You glanced back at the still open doorway, showing the slowly dying party inside. A good amount of the students had left already, leaving only a small group shimmying about in the abode. There wasn't a clock or anything in sight, so you had no idea what time it was. It seemed like you and Mark had been talking for hours though, ignoring the people inside and listening to the blaring music.
Suddenly your friend stumbled into view, obviously drunk. "Hey, (Y-Y/n), (Y/n) hey. I was just- I just went through my bag and I foun' a key that I don't know whose is. And you to take it." She lazily dropped your car key onto the concrete with a clink. "Ok, I'm gonna go nap on this dude's sofa. Bye (Y/n), bye random guy." With that, she shuffled back into the house. You grab the key off the step and sigh.
"Finally! I can't wait to go home and get some sleep!" You stood up and smoothed out the dress material before turning to Mark. "You ready?" You asked. While you two were sitting out here, he had said that he was also brought here by a friend of his, a new on mind you, and didn't have a ride of his own. You offered to take him home at the end of the party and he accepted.
Mark stood up and brushed his hands together. "Yeah," He replied. "Y'know, I wasn't looking forward to this party that much when I first arrived, but I'm glad I came. You seem like really cool person, and I'd like to spend more time with you." If it had been lighter, you'd have seen him blush. "If you'd like to, that is."
"I'd like to," You said. Just then, a familiar tune came to your ears. A song that had been playing over the radio for the past few weeks that you had grown to love. Tut Tut Child's Hummingbird. "I love this song," You said in a hushed voice. The melodic voice of Augustus Ghost met your ears as you looked back to Mark. You offered an empty hand to him. "Since neither of us got to dance tonight..." He took your hint and complied, pulling you into his arms. Your heart sped up as you two began dancing on the grass, the song's harmony reaching out to you now more than ever.
Hold me close, 'til I hit the ground.
Heaven knows that the only sound
Is my heartbeat, like a hummingbird.
Hear my heart beat like a hummingbird.
Like a hummingbird.
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The surface of the headstone was cold against your bare shoulder, but you didn't care. The funeral had long since ended and you were the only one in the cemetery anymore. Though no one was there, you knew you weren't alone. You knew Mark was there with you, not just as a stiff in the ground, but in spirit. One that would forever live on in your memories and in your heart. You sat there at his grave, the freshly churned dirt being the only thing you could smell, think of what to do next. There were quite a few thing that you needed to be done.
To start, you needed to look for a different place to live; you wouldn't be able to afford your currant apartment without Mark's help. The next thing would be figuring out how to break it to his five-million fans that Mark wouldn't be posting videos anymore. You were unsure about how that one would turn out, but you did know that there would be a group of people that blamed you for the death of their idol, that was inevitable. You weren't going to lie to try and avoid it.
But the thing you felt was the most important, the thing you'd do first, was finish the song. You'd sing the last verse for Mark as he lay in peace under the Earth. Placing a hand on the cold stone, you sung the last bit, not caring if anyone heard anymore. This wasn't for them, it was only for him, and in ways for you too. You'd never forget him, he'd always be with you like he promised, and all you had to do was remember. So you sat there, remembering every moment you two shared, singing softly all the while. When you finished it was silent. A soft breeze blew through the branches of the trees. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart beating fast.
Fast, like a hummingbird.
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I yawned sleepily, it was only six am and I already felt dreadful having to get up at this ungodly hour. I plopped down on the black leathery desk chair, breathing in quietly and letting the scent of my boyfriend encircle me. I had barely spoken to him the past week or so, it had been really worrying me. I just, I’m scared that we’re drifting apart because of our careers and I love Mark. I know I do, it’s just really, hard but every couple has their rough patches and this must be Mark and I. I was determined to get through it though, for Mark, I’m sure that he’s struggling too. I sighed running a hand through my
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Trapped (DarkiplierXReader) CH4
The next morning you peeled off the gauze and tape from your cut on your face and neck, looks better than you originally thought.
You cleaned the area over the wound again to be sure that it stays clean, you looked at it again in the mirror and thought it satisfactory.
You turned around and tried to make your way out only to bump into Dark.
And he looked pissed.
"What is it that humans do when they're kept against their will?" He asked coldly.
You froze, the look in his eyes told you that he already knew the answer to the question, but just wants to hear you say it.
"They, try to, escape." You muttered.
He nodded slowly, and took a ste
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Trapped (DarkiplierXReader) CH2
You stood in one of the bathrooms tending to the cut, it was a lot longer than you realized, from you mid cheekbone to just above your collarbone, this will definitely scar.
You had some cold water running as you dabbed the wound with a washcloth you packed, at least its not going to need stitches.
You sighed as you rinsed the bloody cloth again, you looked up in the mirror and Dark was right behind you.
You yelped and quickly turned around, he gave you a confused look.
"I may be scary, but in not freaking Freddy Kreuger now." He stated sarcastically.
You huffed, "You appeared out of nowhere, how could I not freak out." You stated flatly
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Hope that wasn't too extreme or anything. The song used is Hummingbird by Tut Tut Child. It's really pretty and I highly recommend you look it up. Also, if this works, I will be very happy.
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I just got punched right in the feels