It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

First Nightmare

Trigger Warning for self-harm, and mentions of abuse

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Vincent slammed the door shut behind him and dashed over to the couch. Curling up on the couch as tears filled his eyes. He still didn't want to believe the news. She wasn't the best person, but she didn't need to go through hell did she? Was she even okay? Vincent remembered the times where he had bruises cuts. Blood dripped from his mouth, and ears when Manon wasn't satisfied with him. Was the same thing happening to her? Maybe worse. 

Vincent didn't know if that was the case, and if he didn't want it happening to her. Yet at the same time there was a sick feeling in his gut. One he despised yet absolutely adored. Brought upon thoughts of Manon going through hell. Tortured and beaten just like she had done for him. Maybe it was all for money. Just like all the bruises he accumulated over the years. In between his tears and manic grin formed on his face, before a chuckle escaped his lips. 

Only escalating into an insane laughter. Curling in on himself as he began to pull on his hair. Scratching his nails down to his face. Scratching, and scratching at it. All while his laughter rose in volume. The scratching moved down to the rest of his body. His arms, his torso. All while manically laughing. Suddenly his arms were grabbed away from his. Pulled into a warm embrace as he was once again curled into the couch by Rody on top of him. Vincent's laughter had stopped and turned into a scream before he was pushed into the cushions. 

"VINCENT! It's me. You're okay. You're going to be okay." Rody said as Vincent sobbed into the couch. Muffling his cries as Rody rubbed his hands with his thumbs. As Vincent slowly calmed down. Rody pressed a few kisses on his cheek. Eventually his breathing stabilized. Rody's grip loosened yet he still held on. Moving him back to lay against him. Vincent couldn't help but feel guilty. He worried Rody. He might've disturbed some customers. He let out a sniff, but Rody remained quiet. He didn't scold him. He did not judge him. Instead he lovingly held onto him. Occasionally running a hand through his hair. Giving him slight tingles, and comfort. Finally his eyes were dried, and he once again felt sleepy. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rody whispered, but Vincent shook his head. Rody nodded. 

"I got a newspaper after the cops left. Manon's apartment caught fire, but no body was found. I know she was shit to you, but she still could be alive. Or maybe she is just hiding due to shame." It was a small joke, but Vincent didn't find it very amusing. He actually thought it was kind of weird as Rody tended to be sensible when it came to things like this. Not make jokes. Though he was probably trying to lighten his mood. That was all. 

"Sorry, wrong time." Vincent nodded. 

"Do you need the rest of the day off?" Rody asked. Vincent nodded. 

"Okay then. Get some rest, but Vincent." Vincent looked over at him. 

"I do not want to see you doing that again. Please." He said with begging eyes while holding up Vincent's wrist. Vincent could see it was red by now, but thankfully not bleeding. Vincent nodded. 

"I'm sorry." He muttered in shame. Rody tilted his head towards him. 

"I don't want you to be sorry because this was stressful, but, I don't want to ever catch you doing that again. You scared me." Rody said as Vincent leaned against him. 

"I'm sorry." Rody pressed a kiss to his temple. 

"I forgive you." He whispered, giving Vincent a small smile, and causing one his face. Though he stayed on the couch all while Vincent continued to rest against him. Closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep on him. He was still conscious when Rody chuckled at his slumber. Though Vincent was still very much conscious. He felt Rody move before picking him up. Vincent just curled up against him as he was carried into their room and placed on their bed. Tucking him into bed before pressing a kiss on the lips. 

"I'll see you later." He whispered before leaving the room. Vincent gave a soft smile as he fell asleep from exhaustion.

His skin itches all over. He didn't know why, and he tried not to scratch at it, but it was becoming impossible. The itching was just too strong. Soon he was scratching away at his skin, but it wasn't enough. He began rapidly scratching all over. Yet everything started to itch. As he opened his eyes he looked down at his wrists to see red dotted lines all over it. Looking down at the rest of his body it was all covered in red dots around certain areas. His arms, his shoulder, his neck, his legs, his waist, his chest. 

"What the hell?" He muttered as he looked up only to see a knife coming straight for him. Vincent shot up with panting breaths. Gripping onto his chest before relaxing. The sun was setting, so he must've slept for a couple of hours. The restaurant was bound to be closed by now. Vincent sighed as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. 

"It was just a nightmare." He muttered to himself. He decided he needed something to get his mind off of it. Getting out of bed he walked into the hall, and to the kitchen. Rody was not home. The Bistro did not close for another hour. So much for getting comfort from him. Then again there was one other option. Maybe it would be a nice surprise for Rody when he gets home. He just hoped he was still good at it.