Bad Ideas •TomBoo•

Chapter 5 - Granted

TW - Cursing, Death, Blood, Murder, Screaming, Mention Of Under Influence(Drugs)

~Ranboo's Pov~

'Only 4 more plates'

I scrubbed the dishes with the little energy I had left remaining in my body. Maybe I also lost a few brain cells along the way.

The water wasn't cold but not worn either, it was a clear blue that reminds me of something, but I couldn't think what.

I rinsed the plate so it was shiny clean, you could almost put together a reflection in it.

'3 more plates'

I was about to place the plate on the selves but my hands lost their grip.

SHATTER

I shut my eyes and covered my face in case some plate shards flew. When I heard the noise I jumps a little in surprise.

Once I heard the noise settle down I uncovered my face. I looked at the floor where plate pieces were spread everywhere across it.

I crouched down and started picking up pieces of the plate in my hand. When I got every shard I brought it over to the trash and dropped it in.

Only one had cut my hand when I was letting them go. It wasn't a deep one but it did hurt.

Blood drops started scrolling down my hand.

I quickly held my free hand under it so none of the blood fell onto the floor.

I went over to the counter and pulled it open. I grabbed a single band-aid with my free hand that had about 3 blood drops already on it.

They were a carmine red color, beautiful color if you as me.

I washed off the blood and put water over the cut. It stung but it did help with keeping me up.

I placed the band-aid on it afterward. It hurt to move my hand but I continued cleaning through the pain.

I tried my best not to think about the pain or aching in my hands or legs.

Finally, after cleaning the last two dishes I took off my apron and hung it on its hook.

It swung left to right as I closed all the doors and lights. I grabbed the key and locked the front door. I gave it an experimenting pull, but it didn't open.

I put the keys in my pocket.

I started power walking to the bus stop, at 9:58 pm

Three minutes late, fuck what now?

Walk

Yeah no shit dipshit head, it'll take an hour for the next bus. I let out a loud exhausting sigh.

I rolled my eyes annoyed,' might as well get food from the store'

I started walking fast at first. Before remembering the horrible state of my poor legs. I began walking normally.

There were stories all around me, the city wasn't pretty when you saw the side parts. It isn't the lights you expect.

'7-11'

I read the sign as I came to a stop right in front of the cheap-looking store. Perfect for me.

I pushed open the scratched-up glass door, a small ringing sound went off. The worker at the cash register turned towards me with intense bags under his eyes.

I smiled awkwardly and waved. The worker simply rolled his eyes and smiled.

I walked into one of the rows of food that were displayed on the self.