Monster (Vincent x Reader)

Forget Me Not

Chapter Fourteen

[Your POV]

"I did it," he whispered in my ear.
I looked at Vincent confusedly. Did what?
"Did what?" I repeated from my mind sentence. He looked at me, cringing. Then, he was whisked away back to his cell.
I thought for a moment. What did he do? Actually r...rape me? I widened my eyes in horror. I couldn't remember any-fucking-thing! Did what? DID WHAT?
I was angry at myself, but I decided not to show it to Jeremy and Mike.

"(Y/n)," Mike said, before I shut the car door, "Are you sure you don't want us to stay a little while?"
"It's fine guys," I insisted.
They left with hesitation, and I went to my home.

I climbed into bed, and then became angrier and angrier. I thrashed about on the bed, from throwing my pillows and blankets to the floor to screaming from the top of my lungs to crying. I was a mess.
"Stupid amnesia!" I shrieked.
After I was told I was suffering from amnesia, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But I had to. I couldn't remember the day before or any day before! I didn't know my name or friends or anyone!
But Vincent? I thought I didn't know him. But his name rings a bell.
I hated this.
Jeremy said that it'll only be temporary -- so I'll remember everything, maybe. I furiously scratched at my head. I groaned loudly and sobbed into the pillow. It smelled of strawberries. And the other pillow--cinnamon apple.
It was a weird combination; however I loved it.

I sat up in my bed. I stopped crying an hour ago, but I still have unshed tears threatening to fall. I quickly wipe them away, and I sigh. Falling back to my bed, I mutter to myself.

"I don't remember being by myself was so lonely. . ." I cringe at the sentence. I don't remember anything to begin with. Maybe Vincent stayed with me, but I don't see a trace of evidence to prove it...except maybe a pair of Spiderman boxers and a button-down shirt. Maybe he came to sleep over. When he hugged me earlier I smelled the familiar scent of Axe and cinnamon apple. Despite the smelly jumper suit he wore, I smelt it nonetheless.

I curled up into a ball under the covers. I haven't told anyone this, but recently I've been receiving nightmares on end.

It always ends with a purple man with white orbs for eyes and a smile that could stretch to the corners of his face. He would laugh at me as I breathed my last dying breath. He would smirk at his own dirty work, as my eyes would creep over to the rest of the dead bodies around me. 5 children, and a golden bear suit in the corner. A demonic voice in my head would slowly say letters.

"S....A.....V.....E.......T......H.......E........M.."

"S.......A......V......E......H......I......M..."

S a v e
t h e m .

S a v e
h i m .

Save who? My eyes would always close at that moment. Darkness consumed me, and as I lose consciousness, a little whisper in my ear says,

"You can't."

~

I wake up in a cold sweat. I scream loudly as I can. "VINCENT!" I cried.

He wasn't there. I quickly ran to the bathroom and undressed. I hopped in the shower and sat in the corner of the tub as the hot water came down. I recollected my thoughts. Why did I say Vincent? Despite being my boyfriend, I have no collection of any previous memory when I needed his help.

I felt like I needed him. I thought to myself, I love him. He's in prison, and he is going to court in a little while. Jeremy and Mike said that he was accused....I can't believe how freaking unfortunate it is now that my goddamned brain decided to throw my memories in a bin. Now I'm useless.

I cry myself to sleep, hoping the next day would be better.

~
"(Y/n)!" A feminine voice said on the other end of the phone.

"Um...who's calling?" I reluctantly said.

A gasp is heard on the phone. "How
dare-eth thee, unworthy peasant! Thou shalt be put to shame!"

I tilted my head at whoever's sentence. "Humh?"

She scoffed, "Girl, it's me. Ina Penelope Ingrid Dana Toilight?"

I stayed silent.

"Remember my nickname in 7th? I P In Da Toilet? (I pee in the toilet) IM YOUR BEST FUCKING FRIEND."

"I- I'm sorry Ina...but I don't think you were informed but I have amnesia."

Then, bursts of laughter on the other line. "(Y/n), you're not great at lying, especially on the phone."

"No really!!" I pouted, irritated at this girl.

"Whatever, love. I'm gonna be at your place by Wednesday. I'm taking the next plane to Toronto!"

"Um...'Kay..."

"Okay, whatever, amnesia girl. See you Wednesday. Kisses!" At that, the phone call ended.