Discontinued - DM me if you would like to write a finish for the story.
(This is my first story, hope you like it and bear with me!)
Since it was Monday today, it wasn't very busy. Just a couple of people here and there. A slow day. For some re...
"Every day that passes, is a day closer to seeing you."
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~!The Next Morning!~
You woke up with a headache. 'Wow, great way to start the day ain't it?' you thought. You sat up and looked to the side at your nightstand. It's 10:27 am.
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"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK!!" Removing the strangling blankets off your legs, you bolted out of your room down the hallway, stop at the linen closet for a towel and continued the bathroom.
'IMSODEAD IMSODEAD IMSODEAD-' you repeated in your head while getting into the shower. Once done, you wrapped the towel around yourself and headed to your bedroom to change. You decided on putting dark skinny jeans with a (F/c) t-shirt with a black hoodie. You brushed/combed your (H/l), (H/c) hair and leaving it down, too lazy to fix it. Slipping the clothes on, you grabbed your house keys, car keys, and your phone and ran for the door, opening it and slamming it shut behind you then locking it.
Skipping two steps at a time down the front porch's steps, you sprint to the driveway where your white Camaro was parked. (You have a lot of money due to your father being a construction worker, plz bear with me)
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Once you got into the car, your hands were shaking...
'I forgot my food...nah, I can survive.'
You placed your hands on the car wheel but hesitated on putting the keys into the ignition. Remembering your father's death, and why it was caused. You started the car and drove out of the driveway halfway. Looking back at your house, you began to tear a little.
'Get a hold of yourself, (Y/n), no time for crying!' you scolded yourself and drove all the way out of the driveway. While on the way to the grocery store, you turned up the radio while getting out your phone. You hooked the phone up to the Bluetooth of the car and began to play "Little Do You Know" by Sierra and Alex. You started to sing along to the song.
"Little do you know How I'm breaking while you fall asleep Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories Little do you know I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece Little do you know I need a little more time Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside I've been holding back For the fear that you might change your mind I'm ready to forgive you, but forgetting is a harder fight Little do you know I need a little more time.
I'll wait, I'll wait I love you like I never felt the pain, I'll wait I promise, you don't have to be afraid, I'll wait Love is here, and here to stay So lay your head on me Little do you know I know your hurting while I'm sound asleep Little do you know All my mistakes are slowly drowning me Little do you know I'm trying to make it better piece by piece Little do you know I, I love 'til the sun dies
I'll wait, just wait I love like I've never felt the pain, I'll wait I love like I've never been afraid, I'll wait Our love is here and here to stay So lay your head on me
I'll wait, (I'll wait) I'll wait, (I'll wait) I love you like I've never felt the pain, I'll wait I promise, you don't have to be afraid, I'll wait Love is here and here to stay So lay your head on me Lay your head on me So lay your head on me 'Cause little do you know I love you 'til the sun dies."
When you finished the song, you arrived at the store as if on cue. You parked the Camaro in the back of the building. Getting out of your car with your necessities, you proceeded to walk into the back entrance. And went to your boss's office. You knocked on his office door.
"Come in." You hear and opened the door. You walked in seeing him sitting in a chair at his mahogany colored desk that was right smack in the middle of the office. You greeted him with a smile.
"(Y/N)! I am so glad you can join us finally! Did you find your brother yet?" Your smile faltered and suddenly found the floor interesting. "Oh, seems that you haven't, I'm so sorry (Y/n)."
"It's alright, sir. But yeah... we haven't found him yet." You looked back at your boss. "I'm also sorry for your father too," Your boss said. Your voice hitched and was on the verge of tears. You told yourself to not cry. That you needed to be strong.
"Thank you, sir." You replied, voice quivering. "It's okay to cry, (Y/n). You loved your father very much." Your boss said trying to comfort you. 'I can't cry, not here, not ever,' you thought, as you wiped the little tears trying to escape your eyes.
"I'm fine, there was just something in my eye." You replied. The boss hummed with sass but instead of pushing any further, he told you to go ahead and get started on your job. Which you followed the command willingly and reluctantly and went to change into your uniform.
You walked out of the changing rooms and went to your designated register. Greeting your co-workers with confidence. (B/F/N) ran towards you with open arms.
"YAY! You're back!" (B/F/n) said and she pulled you into a bear hug.
"Can't*gasp* breathe!" You gasped. She let go of you, "What the heck man? You could've killed me!" You said crossing your arms.
"Oh, stop being grouchy! I feel that today is gonna be a great day!" (B/F/n) smiled enthusiastically. "Okay, okay. Chill!" You replied, unfurling your arms. "Let's get this day over with!"
~!Time Skip!~
Since it was Monday today, so it wasn't very busy. Just a couple of people here and there. It was a slow day. For some reason, you have a TV mounted on the wall in the store that showed the Local News Station.
"Breaking news! The legends are true, the monsters from Mount Ebott are real!"
You snapped your head up the blaring screen, listening to the radio host.
The screen showed a crowd of people surrounding what was so called the 'Monsters'. The point of view changed to a reporter in front of the mob of monsters. The cameraman turned around to find a boy, about 8 or 9 years old. The reporter started to ask questions for the boy about how he had freed the monsters from their prison. Realization hit.
"Hey (Y/n), isn't that-" (B/F/N) started, pointing to the TV. She turned her head, to ask about that boy, but you were already out of the door.
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A/n
yay! anotha one
kind of a cliffhanger, but not. I feel as though you know what is happening right now...
