Marks POV
Everyone goes backstage and y/n gets caught by the guard. "She's with me." I say. "Okay then." The guard says as he backs off. I grab y/n's hand pull her backstage. "I have to go to the signing but do you want to go to dinner with us?" I ask. "U-umm, I can't sorry..."

Y/n's POV
"Do you want to go to dinner with us?" Mark asks. I remember my dad. I didn't tell him I left. He's gonna kill me. "I- I umm, I can't go..." I say sadly. "Oh, umm... here, at least take my number." He replies. He hands me a slip of paper. "T-thanks Mark." I say as I walk off. "Bye" I hear faintly. I drive home and park in the driveway to my dads house. I turn my car off and walk in. "Where have you been?" He asks. He smells heavily of beer and cigarettes. "I-I went t-to pax.." I say. "Didn't I tell you not to go to that thing with those people who need a life?" He says sternly. "Y-yes..." I say softly. "WHAT?!" He yells. "Yes!" I say louder. "Well. Seems like you deserve a little punishment." He says. He raises his hand and slaps me across my face. Then punches me in the stomach. I hold back my yelps and screams giving him no satisfaction. He hits me a few more times then tells me to go to my room.

I walk upstairs. I sit down on my bed and start questioning myself.

Why did I go?
Why did my mom leave?
Why didn't I except Mark's invitation ?

I curl up into a ball and start crying. I pull out a blade.

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE CUTTING OR BLOOD. Skip until the next bold letters.

I go into the bathroom and start to slice my wrists. When I do I feel all my questions, regrets and pain disappear. I cut 5 times on each wrist. I look at the blood flowing.

OKAY YOU GUYS ARE GOOD

Why did I do that? I could've called Mark.

It's about seven and my dad goes to bed at nine. I get a little book bag and throw some stuff together. Once I'm done I lay in bed with my phone and watch some YouTube for two hours.

~Time Skip~

It's 9:30 pm. My dad is asleep. I grab my small bag and slip on my shoes quietly. Then I walk past my dads room extremely quietly. Then I walk out to the front door and open it carefully. I manage to slip out and I close the door. I start walking and stop in front of an old gas station. I pull out the slip of paper marks number was on and call the number.

(I'm lazy so M-mark and y-y/n)

M: hello?
Y: M-Mark it's y/n.
M: are you okay? You don't sound to good.
Y: I need h-help. I ran.
M: where are you?
Y: in front of an old gas station on 5th street.
M: on my way.

Marks pov
I was talking to Jack at the restaurant when I get a call from an unknown number. I answer it and it's y/n. "I need help." She says. I run out of the restaurant and get in my car. I drive to the old gas station on 5th street. I see her lying against an old gas pump. I run over to her and she sits up. "M-mark?" She asks cutely.  "I'm here." I say as I wrap my arms around her. It takes her a minute then she relaxes. I hear quiet sobs. "Why Mark, why can't it be like before?" She says. "Your father?" I ask. "Yes.... Why can't it be like before? *sob* Before my mother died. He was my hero back then. *sob* Now he's my worst enemy... sometimes I miss the old him. I really do...." she says. She cries into my chest. When she has no more tears she sits up. "I-i didn't mean to ruin your.... Suit???" She says questioningly. "Umm... yeah, the party was kinda formal..." I say as I feel heat rush to my face. "Sorry I ruined it..." she says. "It's fine..." I look down at her wrists. I see small blood stains on her sleeves. "Can I see your wrists?" I ask. "Umm... o-okay..." she says. She pulls up her sleeves and shows her wrists. "Y/n this is not ok.... you could hurt yourself. Well you already have... but in a worse way!" I say. I hear a small giggle from y/n. I pick her up bridal style and put her in the passenger side of the car.