DeadPlate (+CF,EH,EC) Drabbles And Oneshots!

(DP) Rody after end3

Rody pov, after ending 3 (Rody burned down the bistro)
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Ugh.. still no luck getting ahold of a job. And my ear is.. Jesus christ, he was a fucking maniac! My ear is still healing. I'm now practicing deaf on that side, which has made my life harder.

I grunt, sitting down on my worn down and cold couch in my apartment. I grab the newspaper from my table, I brought it in this morning; I skimmed over each article until I was met with Vincent's picture.

His cold eyes seemed to glare at me, growing darker. I shook my head, I was just seeing things. ..Yeah. I read over the article about his bistro being burned down and some snippets of my interview with the police.

I didn't contain anything interesting, so I put down the paper, groaning as I ran a hand down my face. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the backrest.

"You're pathetic."

It was a whisper, I almost didn't catch it. I opened my eyes and looked around. The voice.. was familiar. To say the least.

"Rody. You don't deserve anything. You didn't deserve her. She left you for a reason."

I squeezed my eyes shut, the murmuring of his voice ringing in my head. I know it's just a delusion.. but I feel so real. I shook my head, feeling my throat become dry.

"Give into your temptation. You know you want to. You have nothing to give the world anyway. Join her."

I tried to cover my ears, but when I did, I was only met with his laughter. And the blood of the now irritated scab on my right 'ear'. Or where it was.

"She never loved you."

I shook my head, knees curling into my chest and my hands gripping my messy hair. "Stop.." I whispered.

"She always hated you."

"Stop." I said, tears pricking at my eyes.

"Only I could've loved you."

"Stop!" I shouted, a tear forcing it was out of my eye.

"You're nothing without me. Without her. You're weak."

"Shut up!" I yelled, thrashing around. I couldn't keep this up.

"Just kill yourself."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, a glass shattering sound breaking me from this trance.

My face was.. wet. I had been crying. I looked at my hand, covered in little scars and.. blood.

Shit

I looked up at the window, a large crack in it. A large hole, the size of my fist, was 'decorating' the glass.

Maybe I should do it.