Today was the day that myself and Mark were going to be wed. I would be taking Mark's last name 'Fischbach'. I was extremely nervous as I stood in front of mirror looking at myself. I had everything prepared and groomed myself to be 'perfect'. The perfect nails, the perfect hair, the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, the perfect flowers. But why didn't I feel special?

((Picture Credit: http://weddbook.com/media/2481569/the-naked-dress-taking-over-tumblr))

I stood there as tears started to leek from my eyes and my mascara began to run slowly from my bottom lashes. I would sniffle softly and shake my head, grabbing a tissue as I fixed my make-up and took a deep breath. But the more I looked at myself, the more I thought horrible thoughts
"You can't marry him..."
"You're being selfish"
"You'd be holding him back from being happy"
"You're worthless"...
I would ball up my fists, then sudden sounds of glass hitting the tile beneath me.

Mark Edward Fischbach's POV:
((full name for extraness ;) ))

I smiled as I stood by the preacher, he gave me a pat on the back and made small talk with me. But I had trouble focusing on the conversation due to my nerves and excitement. I over beaming with joy, it showed on my face, I was just ecstatic to see my soon to be wife.

The music started to play for the bride to walk down the isle and Mark stood up straight trying to look decent for her. He'd tug on his tux a bit, straightening himself out as he blushed softly.

Five minutes later and nothing happened, no y/n, just her father yelling for me to get the keys and that something happened to y/n. I began to get extremely worried as I ran to where she was.

My eyes were met with my beautiful fiancé that was collapsed in a pool of blood with glass scattered all around her like snow. Each arm had two long deep gashes, jagged and small pieces of glass stuck in the bloody tissue. I picked her up bridal style, tearing up from the sight of her and ran to the car with everything in me and held onto her in the back seat, her father driving illegally fast on the freeway to the nearest hospital.

As we arrived at the hospital, I got out the car quickly, the car still barley moving but we were loosing time, I rushed her to the entrance, some male and female nurses meeting me there, they'd already had a stretcher, putting her on it as they'd rush her inside and off to the emergency surgery room.

•hours later•
Mark:

He sat in the waiting room as he was covered in blood, his face had dried smeared blood on it. He'd look at his hands as his head was between his knees. He was silently crying to himself, soft sobs erupted from his throat. He didn't even notice everyone around him crying or even y/n's best friend b/n (best friends name) that was rubbing his back comfortingly.

The doctor walks out with a grim look on his face as he called Mark's name. Mark would rushed over, looking at the doctor pleadingly for good news, the doctor grimaced, a sour and dark expression on his face as he told me that y/n's cuts were too deep and jagged to fix given the angle she cut herself at. Mark crashed to the ground and screamed, violent tears burst down his face as He sat there in agony, his chest felt heavy, like he was being suffocated, he didn't know how he'd live without y/n. He felt helpless

Mark walked to the room y/n was in and kissed her goodbye. 'This isn't the way today was supposed to go. This was supposed to be the best day of my life.' He'd cry, holding onto her lifeless body gently and pleaded for her to return, to come back to her. He couldn't think straight. He help completely broken without her presence.
•home•
He'd open the door to their home, waking inside as he saw all their things in their home, picture frames, clothes of hers, leftovers in the fridge that she never finished, the smell of her perfume in the bathroom. Everything reminded him of her, no matter where he looked he'd seem images of them cuddling on the bed or couch, kissing each other sweet goodnights. He couldn't handle the thoughts, the agony, the weight on his chest of never being able to hold her in his arms again. He always believed she was made for him because she fit perfectly in his arms. His bottom lip quivered as he began to break down into tears, there was no holding them back, he'd thrash around, breaking things in frustration of not being able to protect her. In end he'd grab a bottle of pills, open the childproof tab before taking them all in one go. He'd lay on their bed, hugging the pillow her head use to rest on as he slowly drifted away.

((A/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this first chapter. I thought this was some deep and twisted stuff right here. So therefore y'all will definitely enjoy. DarkLuna out! 🌙🌗🌒🌓That's a trash outro, here is a new one :) ))

A/N: HEY! I hope you guys enjoyed the new and improved first chapter. I think this is great improvement from before. I wasn't too sure about her punching the mirror to cut herself... thought that was kinda bland, but I didn't want to completely change the chapter since I'm only editing what is already here. Sorry for being gone so long!