Vincent (Purple Guy)x Reader

Chapter 8

6:04 A.M.

I grabbed my stuff and left the pizzeria. My eyes were red and my face was still puffy from all the crying. I was weak all over and just wanted to get home. 

I couldn't believe any of this happened. I wanted to wanted to cry forever.

I immediately climbed in bed once I got home. I fell asleep. I played back the recent events which caused me to wake up. I turned my head and my eyes caught sight of Vincent's sweatshirt hanging on the door. I looked away and cried myself back to sleep.

8:52 P.M.

I woke up feeling horrible. I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to go to work. I didn't want to see Vincent. I didn't want to do anything. 

I eventually got out of bed and got a shower. Tears stained my face and I was still weak. My body was shaky and ached all over. I felt and looked truly terrible.

I got all clean and went downstairs. My mom was in the living room when she noticed me come downstairs. I trudged into the kitchen and grabbed something to eat. I scuffed into the living room. 

"What's wrong?" She asked?

"Nothing. Just tired."

"Oh...alright." She dropped the subject.

11:17 P.M.

I got ready to leave sadly enough. I wish I could just skip work at least for tonight. I'm still in too much pain from the last night. I jumped on my bike and started towards Freddy's. I was only a block away when I heard cars honking.

Everything went black.