"i bite at the hands that feeds me~" A butcher wally x reader book

Meeting's

Blood trickled down your nose to your pillow, You laid their staring up at the ceiling. The paint was already peeling off the wall, You sat up before rubbing you're sleepy eyes. 

Walking into the bathroom, you where almost out of pills. You dump out the last pills before putting them into your mouth, swallowing them dry. You're vision quickly clearing up- like a static TV. The voice's slowly clearing from you're head.

Today you tried to dress nicely, maybe this really could be a good start. Who knows, you might even make a friend! you head out into the kitchen, the milk was starting to rot- you'll clean it when you get home.

You grabbed your keys- you were going to be busy today. You walked out of the door, letting it softly shut behind you before walking out into the pathway. The birds weren't singing this morning, so the only sounds you heard was the distant river. 

You walked out onto the sidewalk, children where already out playing. 

Walking past the park as parents glared at you. Why do they all hate you? You watched as cars drove by, walking right past the butcher shop you had visited yesterday. You continued walking towards the super market, you where running very low on food. You wanted to wait for tomorrow to go- you could have just ate the pork you bought earlier. 

You walked threw the door, the basket laying in you're arms. You looked down at the paper list that laid between you're fingers.

Milk, 

12 eggs,

Roman,

cream cheese,

regular bagels,

wet naps,

paper towels

You sighed before walking towards the bread section. Grabbing what you needed before leaving towards the cold section. You tried to reach up for the cream cheese, why did they always put things out of you're react?

You felt someone react over you before grabbing the cream cheese and dropping it in your hands. "Life must suck being short~"  Turning around as you met eye to eye with him. Great- you already hated almost everyone, it was worse when they remembered you.

You placed the cream cheese in you basket, "thanks," you tried to refrain from making eye contact. "Which reminds me- i never gotten you're full name" you winced. Of course he remembered you. You thought for a moment, should you just walk away? or should you answer him and be polite. You groan before looking back at him- he seemed to sense you're discomfort.

"Y/N," He smiled at you're answer. You raised you're eyebrow at him, expecting him to give the same information.  

"Wally, Darling~" you nodded you're head- showing that you heard him. Mr. Darling- what a weird last name. Was Wally short for something?

You walked away, his eyes where still watching you- observing you're every move. You turned a corner, opening up the fridge as you grabbed some eggs then milk. You careful placed them in the basket so that the egg's didn't crack.

You cared the paper bag that held you're food, Giggling filled you're ears as if you were being mocked. You kept yours arms tucked in as you kept on walking, you're vision starting to haze. 

You sped up your walking, hugging the paper bag to you're chest. You pushed open the door of the pharmacy- the cold air felt nice against you're heating skin. You walked over to the counter, it was like a dead land in here. You rang the bell- not to shortly after a short female with blond hair came around the corner. "Im guessing you're here for the Clozapine?"  You nodded, they didn't have to say the name of the pill's- just ask you're name and go grab the damn thing. 

She came back with a white paper bag and handed it to you, you gave her the money before walking outside. 

The heat hit you badly, you almost threw up. You're stomach felt as if someone was punching it none stop, you picked up you're sped as you entered into the forest. 

It got worse, 

Not even a few feet into the forest and you almost collapsed. You sat down on the ground- resting you're legs as you exhaled. You're breathing was shallow and heavy- it felt as if you were being strangled. 

You laid their for a good while, letting the wind pass threw you so you could cool down. You sit up, you're hair having leaves in them. 

You raised to you're feet before grabbing you're stuff before walking again. Blood trickled down your nose again, droplets hit you're shirt soaking it with a bright red color. You kept on walking before opening up you're door and walking in.

You took off you're shoes as nice cold air touched you're skin softly, you placed down your bags before opening up the fridge. You started to put the food away.

You reached for the bagels as you step on a shard of glass, it went deep into you're foot. The stinging feeling shoot threw your body like a bullet. You placed the bagels down in the fridge before closing the doors and grabbing a bandage. 

You sat down on the floor and pulled out the glass before wrapping up you're foot.

Blood stained the floor.

You opened up the napkins before pulling on out, wiping up the spilled milk and blood before picking up the glass shards.