WARNING:MENTIONING OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES ARE IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER.PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.THIS IS FICTIONAL.

I didn't feel anything.

I didn't feel the bullet piercing through my damaged skin.

In fact,it wasn't even a gunshot.

I fluttered my eyes open,seeing the two men in black on the ground,as well as a few shards from a beer bottle.

I looked over to see Mike and Scott were holding tightly the broken bottles in their hands,looking at us.

But once (Y/N) let her guard down,Ben rushed towards her,taking the gun from her hands.

And without a second thought,a gunshot was heard.

Scott hissed,falling on his knees as he clenched his arm.

"Scott!"

I found myself shouting along with her,getting immediately at his side.

"Everyone,step back or else i will shoot again."

Mike huffed,glancing outside as Fritz was holding close to his arms a very worried Jeremy.

Scott's hand was clenching his wounded arm,coating it with blood.

"God damnit Vincent,where did you get involved again."He said between his teeth,as the dark haired male gave me a glare.

Everyone was getting or will get hurt.

Because of me.

My eye turned towards the blonde male,clenching my jaw as i slowly lifted my body up.

He kept pointing the gun towards us,not a single glimpse of life in his eyes.

"Ben,let's end the whole thing here.People are getting hurt."

I glanced over to (Y/N) who was holding Scott close to her embrace,as her hand tried to stop the blood too.

"Your friend attacked first,so i am returning the favour."

"You shit-"

Mike was gripping the broken bottle in his hand,nearing close as Ben turned the gun towards him,making him stop.

Suddenly,Jeremy ran inside,hugging him from behind to hold him back."Mike please!"

The browned haired male was trembling,clinging his jacket as Mike exhaled deeply,taking a step back.

The blonde huffed,frowning before looking at me."This is getting too much.Just hand me over (Y/N) and we will be both okay."

I hesitantly looked over to her,but she was avoiding my eye contact.

I looked back at him.

"No."

"Oh?No?Then you know what that means."

He lifted the gun,but pointed it towards (Y/N).

I quickly stepped in front of her.

"I will give them all back."

He blinked,looking at me confused,as if he gave me a chance to talk.

"I have all of them inside some boxes.All the two year supply."

He chuckled,shaking his head as he took a second to think.

"Alright,bring them over and let's count the baggies.Even if one is missing,i am taking your head and (Y/N)."

He grinned widely,as he motioned me with his gun to move.

I softly huffed,making big steps towards my bedroom.

I opened the closet with a frown,grabbing and throwing away the clothing as i finally found the two boxes.

I walked back to the living room,setting the two big boxes down.

"Here.Take them and leave."

"Uh ah.Not so fast Vincent."He lowered his body,opening the one box.

He checked them thoroughly,trying to find even one little mistake.

I crossed my arms,trying to hold back a smirk.

He checked the second box and huffed,angrily throwing the last bag inside the box.

"I hate you."

He stood up,walking towards the door as he looked down at the two men in black.

"Someone wake them up and tell them to move these boxes inside the car.After that,they are fired."

The end of his shoe slightly poked one of the guys' cheek,huffing softly as he rolled his eyes,walking away.

~~

After things were cleared up,we could finally take a breath without a gun on our heads.

(Y/N) was cleaning the bullet wound from Scott's arm,bandaging it up.

"I hope it will hold until we get to the hospital."

She sighed,but a hand on her shoulder and a smile from Scott made her feel slightly better,as she returned the smile.

Scott felt that my eye was on them,and he turned his gaze towards me.

I could tell from his brown eyes.

I could tell,he was disappointed and angry.

"Hey Vincent."

Mike's voice pulled me out my thoughts,turning my head to see him.

But the moment i turned,i felt his fist right across my cheek,almost making me fall from the chair.

"Mike!"Jeremy held his arm,as he was going for another punch.

"Calm your shit Mike."Fritz helped Jeremy to hold back Mike,who was fuming from anger.

"Let me beat some sense into this fucker!"He softly gritted his teeth,hissing."He was better off dead anyways!"

I managed to lift my head and look at him in the eye,feeling a little blood sliding from my nose.

Better off dead?

Oh Mike.

How much i wished for that.

I looked over to the couch,only to see (Y/N) and Scott were sitting in silence as they weren't looking.

For the first time,i felt hopeless.

For the first time,i was really alone.

"It is time to go."Scott suddenly said,catching my attention.

The moment i saw (Y/N) standing up and going to the room,i quickly followed.

"(Y/N),can you please hear me out?"

She didn't say anything,as she had the duffel bag on top of the bed,stuffing her clothes inside.

My heart was about to break.

"Wait,why are you packing?"I inched near her,my trembling hand resting on her shoulder."(Y/N)?"

She huffed,slapping my hand away from her shoulder as she glared at me.

"Don't touch me and don't talk to me again.I am leaving and Scott will have me for a while until i can stand on my own feet again."

She walked past me with force,watching her like a hopeless puppy leaving from the door.

My trembling feet managed to move,seeing all of them leaving.

She walked outside without looking back,as Scott was holding the door open.

"Scott."

My voice almost like a whisper,cracking as i was trying to hold back my breakdown.

He looked at me.

His eyes were still holding disappointment and anger,but also a little sadness and regret.

Don't do this please.

His eyes looked away,gazing at the floor as he moved himself outside,slowly closing the door behind him.

It was dark.

He closed the door and the whole room became dark.

My legs gave out.

I didn't feel them as the big mass of scars that i call my body fell on the wooden floor.

I couldn't even cry.

As if all my tears dried out.

But my chest was holding a massive pain.

I felt like sobbing.

I really wanted to cry and scream.

Scream until i had no voice.

At this point,i really wanted to end myself.

~~

My body was laying on the bed for the past month.

The only thing my eye was seeing it was the ceiling.

I couldn't move,or feel at this point.

I felt dead.

A month already huh?

I slowly lifted my body off the bed,exhaling deeply.

Walking felt as if i was weighting down on the ground,dragging something heavy.

I managed to reach the bathroom.

My fingers were shakily trying to flip the switch,which made the light to turn on.

I supported myself on the sink,my hands were gripping the sink with deep breaths.

Why was i still alive at this point?

There must be something to keep me alive.

There is no point in living.

My face on the mirror,was like looking into disaster.

The right eye has lost almost all its colour,as the stitching was still over my lid and continuing towards my eyebrow.

My other eye was almost bloodshot.

Lack of sleep doesn't help.

As if it was only lack of sleep.

I filled the sink with cold water,walking towards the kitchen and taking some ice from the fridge too.

I threw them inside the sink,as it was slightly overflowing.

And without thinking,i just dunked my face inside the cold water.

It spilt on the floor,feeling the coldness on my toes but i didn't care.

I was gripping the sink so much,i thought it could break.

Please.

End yourself already.

My head jolted back,softly gasping as a few strands of my hair were wet too,sticking on my shoulders.

I felt blood rolling down my arm,making me groan.

I have really fucked up those stitches.

I looked at my arm,noticing the stitch about to open up.

I opened the bathroom cabinet,grabbing the bandages.

I suddenly saw my right hand,seeing my palm with a few scars from the glass shards a month ago.

But then i remembered when she bandaged me up in the bathtub.

I looked at the blood,taking a towel and wetting it as i slowly cleaned the wound.

I softly hissed,but in comparison with the mental pain,this was fine.

I managed to get the bandage around the spot on my arm.

My feet moved me back towards my bedroom,feeling weaker with every step.

I let my body sit on the edge of the bed,exhaling deeply.

Everything was a mess.

I was a mess.

I gazed towards the clothes that were laying on the floor,noticing from the corner of my eye something under a jacket.

My hand curiously reached for it,lifting it up.

My heart stopped.

I slowly picked up the Golden Freddy plushie,looking into its eyes.

I have to let go.

I have to let go fully.

I picked up the phone that was laying on the bed,dialing a number.

I pressed the phone against my ear,hoping she will answer just this one time.

And she did.

She picked up.

But she wasn't talking.

"(Y/N)?"

I started,but didn't receive an answer.

"I know you don't want to get involved with me ever again,but i just wanted to talk to you,just for one last time.Please,let me talk to you only for once.That is all i ask for."

She didn't say anything,but i could hear her breathing.

"Please come over.I will be waiting."

I swallowed hard,and then hung up.

I was waiting patiently in the living room,hoping she will knock the door.

My foot tapped nervously against the wooden floor,feeling my nervousness over the roof.

But then i heard it.

A faint knock on the door.

I softly gasped,quickly standing up and opening the door.

"You actually came."

I said,almost shocked,but also happy.

She sighed,having her hands inside the pockets of her jacket as she nervously looked around.

"Just,tell me what you have to say so we can get over this."

She was about to walk inside but i stopped her.

Her eyes looked at me confused,as i showed her the car keys.

"I want to take you somewhere."

She seemed nervous,taking a step back before she actually agreed.

The moment i started the engine and carefully backed my car outside of the garage,she asked me.

"Where are we going?"

I turned the wheel,slightly gripping it as i started driving on the road.

I was trembling again.

I found it hard to swallow.

"Vincent?"

I blinked,as my attention was on the road.

"You will see."

I could tell she was looking at me with a curious stare.

But also i could feel how scared and uncomfortable she might be.

We were finally nearing our destination,hearing her gasping.

I stopped the car outside the entrance,looking over to her as she was both confused and scared.

Her grip on the passenger seat was tight,looking at me with big eyes.

"Vincent."Her voice was slightly cracking,finding it hard to breathe."Why are we here?"