Marks P.O.V.

Sorry that the picture doesn't fit the title but I didn't wanted a darkiplier image and no crying image so than it got hard 😂

Your hair is just as wet is it would be after you'd showered. Your clothes are soaked from the water pouring out of the sky and your hands are red because of the sudden change. In the apartment it was cosy warm and outside it is deadly cold. That sudden change is taking its toll.

You see how the board from the supermarket is coming closer and redemption is only a few feet away. People walk in and out, some of them are running and rushing to their cars and others don't seem to care about the rain.

A squall is blowing you off your feet and you try your best to stay on the ground instead of being taken by the wind. You grab your blouse with your hands and hold it against your body, than it might not betray you for the monstrous breeze.

You shake a bit; you weren't prepared for this kind of weather. The sun was shining not so long ago, yet the clouds took over the daily sky and change sunshine into rain. You exhale, exchanging the hot oxygen for an ice cold piece of air.

You run harder than you have ever rushed towards anything in your life. You almost slip over wet stones yet you remain standing, proud of yourself you take a few seconds to make sure it won't happen again. In those few seconds, you have never been more drained of water.

The last feet are the hardest as you are only a few steps away from the hot building. You cringe when a sudden trip of water hits your face and runs down your cheeks. You hate rain.

The electric doors open themselves so you can get in, and before you know you are being welcomed by people bumping into you, not watching where they're going. You don't mind it really; you even excuse YOURSELF for THEM running into YOU. You let the world show once more, what a sweat guy you are.

You make your way to the pizzas as soon as your legs are willing to go. You smell various things such as vegetables, but also sweats and above all chocolate. You take in all the different scents as you walk through the store.

Walking down the long halls of food and other things people need, you think about which pizza you are going to get. You brainstorm for a couple of minutes without seeing where you're going. Your mind drifts off and before you realise you aren't thinking about pizza anymore, you ponder about Jack and the things you did that where just wrong.

You are going to make it up to him, on the moment he knocks on your door, the moment he calls or even messages you. You are going to say that you're sorry and you are going to hug that little Irishman of yours. That little fluffy Irishman...

You don't even realise that you have been staring endlessly at some bottles of soup for over ten minutes. Time flies by so quickly, without you noticing it. If you think about it, it is actually kind of scary.

You check the time on your phone, after you have awoken from your thoughts. You want to know how long you have been staring at soup and how long Matthias has been home alone. You search for your phone and once you find it, you sigh. You have left your friend alone for over twenty minutes just to stare at some soup!

Just as you want to run towards the pizzas so you can get back to Matthias in a matter of minutes, your phone rings and the standard apple ringtone goes off. You wonder who is calling you at this moment. It cannot be Y/N nor Jack, maybe Matthias is worrying for you?

You look on your screen, seeing that Matthias IS calling you. You pick up with shaking hands, not knowing why you feel nervous all of sudden. You wait for Matthias to say something, hearing multiple disturbing noises playing in the back ground.

'Felix is here...' Matthias whispers with his voice filled of fear. You feel your stomach drop. A sudden backfire comes through the speakers of your phone and Matthias shrieks. You start to worry even more.

Felix? Drunk? Something has gotten really out of hand back there. Felix is that type of person that doesn't get drunk, how strange it is. He just doesn't get drunk, except if something happened too...

Marzia... Something happened to her, it has to. Otherwise Felix wouldn't be tearing your house apart, Matthias wouldn't be scared to death and you wouldn't feel worried as a mother does by her children.

'I don't know what he drank, Mark, but it was strong stuff. He is going insane,' Matthias whispers before another loud bang fills the room. You start to shake on your legs and hold on to your phone so hard that it is almost breaking.

'Where are you?' you ask, pressing the screen of your phone against your ear. You need to know if Matthias' save. That's all you want to know, for now. You hope he is going to name a place far away from his apartment. Instead he says the closes spot he could be in except from the living room.

'In my bedroom, I locked the door. He is bagging against it like crazy,' he says as you hear two fists colliding with wood. You would want to go there as quickly as you can, but your sympathy keeps you staring at the soups.

'I'm going to get him some pain killers for that hangover he will have tomorrow. Can you calm him down?' you ask, knowing this might be the most stupid thing you have ever done. You think Matthias can handle Felix, but Felix will not be able to handle that hangover tomorrow morning.

'Yes, but please hurry,' Matthias whispers as a sudden Swedish voice yells through the door. The first few parts of his threat are too soft for you to hear. But once he increases his volume to Jacks loudness, you can clearly hear what he is screaming.

'WHERE IS THAT AMERICAN P....?'

His words are cut short by Matthias hanging up on you. You stare at your phone for a few seconds, completely surprised by Felix his anger. So many thought run through your mind, should you call Jack? Should you get those painkillers? But one thing you know for sure: you need to keep going! You run away into the pouring rain. You don't care of you will trip and fall, you don't mind that you will bump into people. You just need to keep going.

You run down the blocks of L.A. as you think about a drugstore nearby. You need to be quick, so you rush towards the closest one. If a car would be trying to pass you, you would be much faster than the running engine.

A sudden migraine makes you stop running; your head feels like it can burst any moment now. Your breath becomes faster even though you're not running. You try to catch your breath, yet it seems like an impossible task. You cringe as the migraine continues getting stronger. Your knees buckle, almost dragging you to the floor. You try to keep standing, you have to run. You have to make sure you will get those painkillers and maybe even use them yourself.

Your sigh gets grey (remember this?) the world is drained from its colours and shades. You feel the urge of falling to the floor which only makes you run faster. The air tries to get you down, it doesn't want you to go this fast. But you don't care anymore.

You run into a young man, not feeling his hand go down your pants and taking your wallet (lucky for you there are no carts in it, only some money). You excuse yourself and run even harder.

You can already see the lights of the drugstore, probably shining a bright white colour. You almost drag yourself to those doors, feeling the pain of the migraine taking over your body. It feels as if a demon has hidden in your skin, as if a fire has burned its way through your flesh, as if your limps are being ripped apart one by one and that all at once.

You finally come in contact with the door, feeling a sudden shock go through your veins. You close your eyes for a second, hoping that the demonic pain will vanish. The dark and evil spirit of suffering gets burned by the lights of the drugstore and you can breathe again, thinking that the pain is gone forever. But you have no idea what kind of a torture Satan has prepared for you and only you...

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Hey cornflakes! Another chapter, do you like it? I do:) I think some of you know what is going to happen... at least the people that have read book one and two! I hope you enjoyed this crazy chapter, and so you know I DON'T HATE FELIX/PEWDIEPIE. (you could might think that because in this book he's a drunk driver haha) but again I don't hate him.

Thanks again for taking the time to read my awful chapters and I hope you enjoyed! I love you cornflakes and if you got any questions or anything at all (doesn't have to be about the book) you can always ask cereal box;)

Stay BOSS!!!!