I don't know how long I was laying in that bedm but I did not move an inch. I felt like dying. What use was I anyway? Mark was gone doing his own business and I didn't wanna bother him. I wanted to say a lot. There was too much on my mind for me to handle. I needed to bounce it off of someone else. 

I got up from the bed and headed out the door. Maybe I can find Mark and he wouldn't mind if I got some things off my chest. Yeah, he wouldn't mind. I guess. I walked into the hall and realized it was dark. I looked around for a clock and it read 10:28 PM. Wow. I didn't even think it had been over four hours. I realized there was chill in the air and I gripped Mark's shirt around me. I totally forgot I was even wearing it. 

The living room was empty, but the TV was playing static. It was a bit creepy. I had a feeling in my stomach that told me to get out now, but do I ever listen to myself? I walked further into the living room and Mark was still nowhere to be found, but I heard a shuffling sound so he was nearby. Unless he's got a rat and stepped out for a little bit. To get away from me I bet. I just bring drama everywhere I go anyway. I can't blame him. 

"Mark?" I called out. There was a whimpering and sobbing sound coming from the corner of the kitchen behind the island. I got scared. Who was crying? "H-hello?" I called again. This time I actually got an answer.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME LIVE IN PEACE!" I jumped. I was maybe expecting a reply, but not that. That was defiantly Mark, but was he yelling at me?

I slowly made my way behind the island. Maybe he wanted me out. "M-mark, d-do you want me to leave?" 

Mark saw me out of the corner of his eye and jumped up with a knife in his hand. He pointed the knife at me and I gasped. I didn't even think he was capable of something like this. "Uh...Mark." Now I was figured that I was gonna die.Mark seemed spaced out. 

He jabbed the knife at me, "You get your friends, the SCP's, Slender-Man, the Amnesia Monster, The Puppet. Get all of them and get the FUCK out of my FUCKING house!" 

Okay, now I was confused. Maybe he was high and he took a bad trip. What's wrong with him? "Mark, put down the knife. I don't wanna hurt you." 

"Bullshit! You've killed me countless of times. I hate all of you! Get the fuck out of my house!" He yelled. 

Now I was tearing up as tears fell down my cheeks. I wasn't used to his broad voice when he was serious. I didn't want to leave. This was my only safety. "Mark, it's me, Legan. You took me in and you're helping me." I decided now was a good time to let everything spill. "You're right, I need help. I can't do this on my own. I need help. I need your help, Mark. Look at me. I'm just a girl scared and alone and I need you. Help me, Mark. Help me." I pleaded. 

The tears ran down my face. I've been crying so much more than usual. Mark seemed to come out of his daze and actually focus his eyes on me. The knife holding the hand was shaking terribly. I didn't know what was going on with him, but it was really scaring me more than ever before. I decided to move towards Mark a little bit more and disable him with the knife. 

I was able to slip it out of his vibrating hand and place it on the island. "It's okay, Mark. I'm the only one here and I'm not gonna hurt you...okay?" 

Mark slowly nodded. I was amazed. A guy so strong. A guy millions of people loved and adored, could be considered as broken as I am. I looked down and noticed there was a wet spot near his crotch. Oh my gawd. Did he piss himself? Was he this scared of...monsters from a video game? I spoke softly to keep Mark calm, "Let's go and sit on the couch, okay? I'm gonna make you some hot chocolate and we're just gonna have a chat." Mark nodded, still looking around panicked. 

As I made the hot chocolate, I decided to ask Mark what was going on in that head of his. "What do you see, Mark?" 

Mark tensed up on the couch and froze. Maybe that was a bad question to ask, what have I done? I started the cycle all over again. Mark was in the corner of the couch, looking around frantically. His eyes darted back and forth, mostly from the window down the hall. Either way, it looked like he was looking for something. "Monsters. Ghosts. Golden Freddy's here to kill me. Slender-Man's just waiting. Watching. Oh God!" Mark started to shake again and he closed his eyes, whimpering. 

I've never seen someone so strong to act like this. He was broken. And it always seemed he had his life together. I guess none of us don't really. I finished making the hot chocolate and brought it to him quickly, "Here ya go, Mark. Just take a couple of sips and focus on me." 

Mark simply jerked his movements. I didn't know exactly what to do with him. I've never had anyone in the middle of an panic attack. I don't know how to deal. What the fuck do I do!? I was about to have an attack myself, but I had to stay calm. For Mark. He really needed me right now. I decided to take a leap of faith and I quickly wrapped my arms around him. 

He struggled for a little bit, but he soon calmed down. I felt his heartbeat beating like a wild animal. He wasn't looking around as often anymore. Maybe this was working. 

Sooner or later, Mark started to calm down, but I did not stop holding him. Because I realized. He needed me as much as I needed him.