I woke up the next day and made myself some breakfast. Some eggs and bacon will do. I ate breakfast and went on my phone. I looked up Markiplier Cries. I found the To the Moon series he did and watched them. It was definetley it alright. In the end he was talking about his brother and started crying. I remembered the dream about sixth grade and started crying as well. I dont like to cry because it reminds me of my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 10. I will always miss her in my heart. I kept watching as the sadness went away. I went outside to take a walk for awhile. I was walking around the block when I heard Marks voice. "Y/N? Is that you?"

I turned around and said, "Oh hey Mark! How are you?"

"Good. What about you?" he said.

"Great." I said trying not to think of him crying.

"Cool. So....," he said clueless.

"This is awkward." I said.

"Yeah." he chuckled.

"So-" he was saying.

The thugs were back. And they did not look happy to see us. They screamed in anger. And one pulled out a gun. It was aimed at me, but I was too shocked to move. The last thing I heard was BOOM! I looked down and saw Mark gasping for breath and clutching his stomach area. They ran off as I bent down. "Mark! Mark, oh no." I turned him over and saw his rib area bleeding bad. "Oh my god!" I screamed. I called the ambulance and started crying. "Its ok Mark. You're gonna be alright." I said with tears clogging my sight. The ambulance came and immediately put him in and started working. He- he saved me. Mark might die because of my stupidity. I should've done something. Why! We were driving to the hospital and I was crying.