I sit perched on the edge of the counter in the kitchen while Vinny works on cleaning my wounds. I got scraped by a bullet, bruised to hell, and cut up. Oh, and I have a gash on my forehead from my interaction with Jeff.
"Vin, you do know that Habit could clean my wounds with a snap of his fingers, right?"
"Shush," he chides. "Let me fuss over you, okay?"
I sigh and try to ignore the sting of the antiseptic stuff he's putting on me. He's like a mother hen sometimes. I swear he'd be clucking right now if he wasn't so focused on me.
"So, um ... I saw him again."
Vinny just keeps on going. "Yeah? Who?"
"Who do you think?"
He stops and chucks the paper towel in the garbage. He then washes his hands, but I don't move. Because I see pain in those hazel eyes. He sighs as he watches the blood run off his hands and down the drain. My blood.
"I wish he'd stop this. I don't understand why he's even doing this. It makes no sense to me. He's not himself anymore, he's a ..."
There are so many words he could say right there, so I grab his hand, which is braced on the sink's edge. Vinny doesn't deserve all of this pain and torture. He doesn't deserve the fact that his best friends are both dead in some way. He doesn't deserve the scars he bears.
"I don't think it's really Jeff anymore," I say softly, trying not to hurt him.
"It could just be the Stick perverting his broken spirit. Making him a puppet," Vinny says, thinking aloud.
"Well, whatever it is, it's not going to stop any time soon, and there's gonna be a lot more shit that happens because of him. But Vinny ... I didn't tell Habit. I don't want him to know it was Jeff."
"It'll just hurt Evan," Vinny agrees.
"So I guess it's settled, then? We don't tell him about Jeff this time around?" I ask.
He nods. "We just gotta keep going. Come on, y/n, I'm sure he misses you."
Vinny picks me up and sets me down before heading upstairs. I sigh as I watch him go. I really wish this wasn't all happening. Vinny is a broken man, and nothing, it seems, is going to bring him out of the hell he's trapped in. And why?
All because of fate.
Fuck fate.
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A/N: Oooohhhh you're angry now. Nobody messes with the adorable Vinny Everyman, huh? Btw, how the fuck do you pronounce his actual last name? Caff-el-ro? Like what?
So I saw House of Leaves at Barnes and Noble today and almost bought it because hello, it's basically the Slenderverse Bible. I don't know why I didn't buy it.
My friends left today and I am sad about it. Like legit cried because I adore them and wish they didn't live so fucking far away. Plus, my friend who I'll call by his nickname, Sassy Bitch, kept saying that shit is haunted in Jersey and I soooooo wanted to be like, "I know, right?" but I didn't want to explain all of this.
Anyways, my uploading pretty much every day continues now. So don't worry about that.
PS, how can you tell if you're bisexual or not? I'm seriously thinking that I am bi.
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