NEXT DAY
Jay woke up to complete dark he turned around to check the time
3:15 AM
He sat up and slowly rubbed his face until he heard laughter coming from his living room. Instantly, he was wide awake, his eyes opening wide. He reached out to his nightstand, grabbing his knife.
He then slowly opened the bedroom door to see a candle flickering on the table, casting shadows across the room. A mysterious figure sat in a chair, facing the bedroom door, their features obscured by long hair covering their face.
a song to set the mood
Jay : The fuck do you want now ?
Stranger : Long time no see you worthless rat
Jay gripped his knife tight
Stranger : That wont help you and you know that
He said laughting
Jay moved closer and closer to the figure until he saw what they were wearing: a rugged leather jacket, a tattered white tank top, dirty blue jeans, and black boots. They were covered in so much blood that it was dripping from their hair to the ground.
Jay pulled a chair across from them and sat down, trying to steady his breathing.
Stranger : Going on a date huh? You think that'll fix everything?
Jay: Shut up
Stranger: You know you're just going to fuck it up, right? You always do. You think she wants to be with someone as broken as you?
Jay: I said, shut up
Stranger: Face it, Jay. You're a disaster. A fucking train wreck. You think Demi can't see that? She's just pitying you, you know. She'll see right through your act.
Jay: You're lying
Stranger: Am I? Look at yourself. You're weak, worthless. She deserves better than a pathetic mess like you. Do her a favor and cancel the date. Save her the trouble.
Jay: I won't. I can be better
Stranger: Better? You? That's a good fucking joke. You can't even get through a day without screwing something up. How many times have you tried to pick up the pieces, only to watch everything fall apart again?
Jay: I'm trying. I'm doing my best.
Stranger: Your best is a joke. You're a joke. End it, Jay. Spare her the pain of dealing with you. One quick cut, and it's over. You'd be doing everyone a favor.
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