Third Person POV

"In the news at this hour: Famous YouTubers Markiplier and Jacksepticeye are making it official. Mark proposed to Jack today at 10 in the morning. There was a lovely scenery at the park, with lanterns and some yummy sweets where the two boys decided that it was time to settle down. Jack says that 'It was nothing that he had expected from Mark. And that since they have been dating for 3 years, he thought that it was their anniversary of being boyfriends.' Well, thank goodness that wasn't the case. After the engagement, fans of the YouTubers were running through the streets, laughing and cheering about the couple and that their dreams came true. Parties are being held all over, so stay tuned to find out where some are after the break.", the news reporter said on Channel 6 before the commerical break.

Reader's POV

That was the last thing that I heard before my dad slapped me across the face. "YOU STUPID SLUT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT YOUR MOTHER NEARLY DIED IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!! WE SHOULD HAVE DONE ABORTION THAN HAVE YOU!!!!!", he screamed in my face. I had blood and tears all over my body. My mother grabbed me and punched me in the gut. "I SHOULD'VE LEFT YOU ON THE STREET WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!!!!!!", she yelled. They continued to hurt me. I was used to it by now. They were clearly drunk, like always. I quickly ran outside and into the shed. I waited there for an hour until they finally passed out on the floor. This happened every night. If anything, they were the bastard and the bitch. I'm just an innocent girl who had to be constantly abused by the devil's spawns. I wasn't going to let them beat me up anymore. I packed everything that wasn't broken or ripped by my parents, most of them my drawings of the engaged YouTubers Jacksepticeye and Markiplier. I grabbed my now stuffed duffel bag and ran out of the house, then I turned around and flipped off my passed-out parents. "So long assholes.", I muttered. I ran off into the night.

I ran for hours, not knowing where I should go. Some people gave me strange glances, but I didn't care. Some people asked me if I was in costume for one of the Septiplier parties, because some of the parties had people dressed up as characters from the video games Jack and Mark played. Of course, I didn't answer. Since I was in Los Angeles, it was super crowded. I tried my best to not stand out as much. I ran all the way to the orphanage. I rang the bell, but I started to see blackness. I looked down and noticed how much blood I had lost, before passing out on the steps. The last thing I saw was a woman opening the door and gasping, and arms grabbing my shoulders.....