The nameless

Utter weakness

Happy/ safe/ servant/ caged/
Malice/ utter weakness

              •Your point of view•

You open your eyes and wince at the pain shooting through you.

You look around and realize you're laying in the pile of glass.

You groan as you sit up, your head is throbbing and so is your hand.

You look down at see a long shard of glass stuck in your hand.

"Fuck," you mutter.

You take a deep breath and pull the shard out of your hand.

You hold in a scream as you throw the shard into the pile.

You slowly stand up and walk into your bathroom. You leave a trail of blood as you walk.

You turn on the light with your good hand and inspect your wound.

You realize it's pretty bad but you don't want to go to the hospital.

You grab some bandage wrap from under your sink.

You clean the wound and then wrap up your hand.

You feel completely helpless today. Joey has taken over your senses, you want him so much but your pride is getting in the way of that.

You put on an over sized hoodie and pull the hood over you head.

You put on your shoes and grab your keys.

You need alcohol.

You walk down the street to the store. You hope you don't see Joey.

You ignore the stares you get from people walking by, you're not in the mood for their pity.

Once you get into the store you head straight for the alcohol.

You grab a bottle of whiskey and walk up to the register.

"Hello ma'am," the cashier speaks.

"Hi," you whisper, your voice is broken and raw from all the screaming you did last night.

The cashier checks you out and you take your alcohol and leave.

Once your apartment gets into view you walk up the creaky steps.

When you get to your door you notice someone standing in the hallway right beside your door.

You try and ignore them, they're probably just needing a smoke or something.

When you go to unlock the door the person speaks.

"(Y/N)," the voice says sadly.

You feel every hair on your body stand.

"You've got to be kidding me," you think.

You ignore Joey and open the door to your home.

Right when you are about to walk in Joey grabs your wounded hand.

You howl in pain and Joey panics.

Joey grabs your wrist and looks at your hand.

"(Y/N), oh my gosh your hand," Joey panics once he sees it.

You snatch your hand away from him and attempt to walk inside.

Joey grabs your shoulder and holds you to him.

"Joey let go. You shouldn't be here," you tell him as you fight the urge to cry.

"You need to go to the hospital," Joey demands.