forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

⚠ xv. amnesia

time: 11:20

i feel someone shaking me awake

"hello? hello?? is she fucking dead??? max, what the FUCK did you do man.."

"i don't know! she just fucking spazzed out and started acting crazy.. she fucking stabbed me bro!"

"yeah well at least you're fucking conscious, i don't want to go to fucking jail for this dude"

i open my eyes to see a bearded man with long hair hovering over me, trying to feel my pulse

"..wh.. hello?' i mutter

he sighs in relief "oh THANK FUCKING GOD she's awake" he puts his hands on his knees and looks down to catch his breath

i look around to see that blood and bourbon has stained the carpet along with tiny fragments of glass.

"w-what.. who.." my vision and mind are cloudy

"MAX, SHE'S AWAKE" the man shouts into the direction of the bathroom.

he comes out "oh my fucking god y/n.." he speeds over and kneels next to me "i'm so fucking sorry, are you okay?"

"why are you sorry if she's the one that stabbed you?"

"shut the fuck up right now chad"

i look at both of the men, and down at myself. dried, burgundy blood is smeared across my body. my heads killing. an open bottle of whiskey and a pack of rolling papers sits on the ground next to me

the men look at me with frightened looks, one of them staring at my bloodied body and the other scanning my face for any sign of life

"what- wh..- who are you..?"

the question lingers in the air and the two men look at each other, their eyes widened

"fuck." one says

"shit." the other says

"we're gonna need a whole lotta therapy to clear this up."

>max's pov<

time: 11:02

"max.. max get the fuck away from me.. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" y/n cries

"you fucking BITCH. this is what i get? after everything? i said don't fucking MESS WITH ME Y/N" i back her into a corner

i see her catch a glance at the jack's in the bag, but i've been hit with bottles enough times to know that if you get hit with a jack's you are done. i quickly grab the bottle and hold it over my shoulder like a club and swing at y/n. glass pierces my flesh and she slumps down the wall. i watch the life drain out of her eyes and her neck go limp. i huff out my rage until i realize what i just did

holy fucking shit. holy fucking shit. hooooly fuckiiiiiingggg shiittttttt. is she.. noo she can't be. could she?

i pull a large shard of glass out of my thigh and limp over to y/n

"...y/n?" i say, nudging her shoulder

she stays still

"y/n, please"

no response

fuck. i do not want to be found with a bloody naked chick who is quite possibly dead. i need some backup

Chad

Chad i need you to come to my hotel room