𝓦𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 {𝓐.𝓓.𝓒 𝔁 𝓨𝓸𝓾}

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[1 Week Later]

"You promised you wouldn't do this! You said- You said you would stop this!" Quinn shouts looking back at me as I hold a whiskey bottle in hand. I tear my eyes away and close them placing the bottle to my lips ready to take a swig when I feel it knocked out of my hands causing my eyes to widen and look to where the bottle flew and shattered after hitting the wall. Immediately I stand and look to Quinn and her green eyes shaking my head.

"What the hell!" I shout back at her but can see her eyes focused on something else. I slowly follow her eyes and down to my hand where blood drips off my fingers down onto the carpet.

"Cut!" I hear the director shout as I feel hands take a hold of my arm and lift it up. My eyes follow my arm as it rises seeing a gash open in the palm of my hand. I bite my lip staring as blood gushes out before a towel is placed over it and a hand quickly keeps a hold of it.

"Y/N? Y/N hey?" I pick up my eyes and meet Alycia's green ones noticing how concerned she looked. I shake my head and lift up my non-cut hand placing it on top of Alycia's while maintaining eye contact.

"I'm okay," I whisper gently, putting on a tiny smile. Her eyes flick back and forth between my own like she didn't believe me but I was. It was just a scratch.

"No it's not fine... I literally cut you," she whispered nervous and scared. She shifted in her position as she held the towel against the wound. Talk was scattered throughout the house in which we stood in while filming, but it felt like it was still just me and Alycia here and no one else.

"Alycia, I promise you it's okay-" I pause a second keeping a gentle smile on my lips flicking my eyes back and forth between her own. "Things happen. It's like when I accidentally dropped you last week and you got a huge bruise on your thigh. Sorry about that." A light chuckle escapes my lips but Alycia shakes her head.

"That's different Y/N. You're actually bleeding and god only knows how deep it is-" I reach up my non-cut hand and cup Alycia's cheek in my hand cutting her off. Her eyes pick up from our hands and to my eyes. A sense of calmness taking over her a bit.

"Everything's fine. It wasn't your fault..."

A small smile lingers on my lips as I stare down at my palm. A line, a scar matter of fact was down my hand. It was deep but not deep as I had thought it was going to be that day. Honestly when it happened I never even felt it, only after the fact every put attention onto it. I tilt my head closing my hand and making it to a fist as I pick up my head and look to the tv that plays Criminal Minds. I've seen this show way too many times that I don't even need to pay attention to it. It's more of a comfort show I guess you could say. One I watch when there's nothing left to watch it.