Mark the date (MarkiplierxReader)

      I hardly remember what happened. I remember eating Mexican. And then drinking. And then lights. And then sirens.
     Loud sirens.
     Lots of loud sirens.
      It was my fault.
       I shouldn't have doubted him,
        I should have noticed sooner.
     
      "I can't believe you're dragging me to a club." Mark crossed his arms and slouched in the passenger side of his car.
      "I saw this really cool one online and they had my favourite drink which I can barely find anywheres now a days; the Beach Beauty." He rolled his eyes.
     "I can't even drink this is gonna be lame." I smiled.
     "The Beach Beauty doesn't have alcohol, you can order it with vodka or without, some places don't even make it with vodka, they just sell the virgin one." That made Mark slightly cheerier. "Stop being a grumpus whumpus woo." He scoffed and sat up.
      "You're weird."
     "You're cute." I shot back and he laughed.
     "Wow you're just the best at insults aren't you." I nodded
      "Yeah you shoulda seen me in my prime time, I was a real Grade A Asshole." Again he giggled and I smiled, I'm glad I can make him happy like that.
      We pulled into the parking lot and a bright flashing light said "flip and dip." ((Idfk any clubs in LA please forgive me)) "really? You picked a place with the name 'flip and dip'? that sounds like a swim shop."
      "It looks fun" I opened my door and already you could hear the music, Mark and I shared a look and I almost wanted to close the door and drive right back home, but none the less I kept going. Mark got out soon after.
      We walked in and I looked around, a lot of people dancing and a lot of people standing shady in corners. We walked over to the bar and almost instantly a pretty girl came over. "You have beach beauty's?" I called loudly, still though, I couldn't hear my voice.
      She nodded "do they have vodka in them or no?" She shook her head and I smiled at Mark, he held up his hand and put two fingers up. We waited and started talking.
     "Shit!" After awhile a thought hit my mind.
      "What?" Mark called in desperation, trying to get me to hear him.
      "I forgot to lock the car door!" Mark laughed and grabbed the keys.
      "You stay here and wait for the drinks! I'll go and lock the door!" I handed him the keys and gave him thumbs up, with one last grin and he walked off, soon disappearing into the ocean of dancing, jumping bodies.
       After about 5 minutes I had sat down on the bar stool and was waiting for Mark, drinks in hand. I was half done mine and almost was thinking of drinking his if he didn't come back soon.
     As I sat there I realized, Mark could leave, he could use his keys and drive home, he has my phone with him in his jacket pocket, I wouldn't know how to get back to the apartment. He told me not to bring my wallet as he would buy. I'm stranded. Somehow I knew he wouldn't leave though.
      Slowly that confidence melted. It had been 15 minutes and he still wasn't back and at this point I had drank his as well as my beach beauty. Shit. This is what I get for trusting someone from the Internet. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! My head pounded and I was more angry than anything, that asshole!
      I left without paying, the bartender didn't notice me leaving, now that I think about it that's probably the only thing I ever stole. I stormed out of the club but froze as I saw marks car, parked where I'd left it, I popped open the door to see that it hadn't been locked. This was weird, where was Mark?
       I looked inside and everything was the same as I left it, I closed the door and saw half of a handprint on the hood.
      A bloodied hand print.
      The reason I say half is because I could see the fingers but the blood looks like the hand had dragged in a diagonal direction downward. As though whoever left this mark fell, after trying to use the car for balance.
      I followed it and looked at the ground, sure enough there were two blood spots, one obviously from the hand, the other from somewhere else, perhaps the wound.
     I watch a lot of CSI and Psych don't judge me.
      As I crouched to get a better view of the impact I noticed something under the car that couldn't be seen from above.
      I noticed a hand, a bloodied hand.
      And as I went lower; an arm,
     Then a body,
      Then a face.

      Marks pale, motionless face.