THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES DEPRESSION AND CUTTING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Your P.O.V.
It's been a few weeks now and ever since Mark made the video were he showed you, the new girliplier, everybody has been hating on Mark. People would write hate comments non-stop. They wrote some things that weren't even about Mark, but me. I was scrolling through the comments on one video and one really got to me. It said "Mark, how could you date somebody like that?!" Am I really that ugly? (I'm not really talking about you in real life!^_^)   That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. I took a knife from the kitchen, and hurried to the guest bathroom hoping that Mark wouldn't see me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub running the water. I cried and counted how many cuts there was. 1,2,3... Then their was a knock on the door. "Y/n, are you alright darling?" Crap. It was Mark. He probably heard me crying. Being the forgetful person I am, I forgot to lock the door. Mark then opened it and was shocked in horror.

Mark's P.O.V.
I was in the room editing a video when I heard running footsteps. That was weird. Then I heard faint crying. I went to go see what was wrong. "Y/n, are you alright darling? I said concerned. No answer. The door was unlocked so I opened it. I then revealed the horror that was right in front of me.

Your P.O.V.
"Y/n what are you doing?!" Mark asked grabbing the knife out of my hand.
"I-I...." I didn't know what to say. I ran out of the bathroom into our room and sat in a corner and cried. I perched my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. Blood was still dripping from the cuts. Mark then came running in looking very worried. He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He then sat down beside me. "What's wrong?" He asked very calmly. "Your fans!"  
"I was right I knew that they would hate me!" "Y/n look at me." Mark said pulling my face close to his.  "I will NEVER listen to what they say." 
"I love you and I always will." Mark said smiling which made you calm down.
"They are just being mean, old, poopy butts!" Mark said in a childish voice.
"Wow Mark, that made me feel a lot better." I said placing my head on his shoulder. "By the way, where did you put that knife?"  "I threw it out the window." Mark said. I took my head off of his shoulder. "Just please promise me you'll never do that again." Mark said holding the arm that I cut. "I promise." You said smiling. Mark then pecks you on the lips. "Now lets go cover up those cuts." Mark says grabbing your hand leading you to the kitchen where the band aids were.