One Last Promise [Wilbur x reader]

Trigger Warnings: Violence, physical assault, injury, blood, emotional distress, trauma, toxic workplace, mental health struggles.
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Monday morning 7:35 am

-Y/n POV:-

I opened my eyes, feeling severe pain. My gaze was met with the view of my messy bedroom floor, too many colors..my eyes closed tightly, and that's when the pain hit me, so much pain, especially in the back of my head, my mind was filled with many questions, How did I end up on my bedroom floor? Why am I feeling so much pain?

I moved my fingers to the place where it hurts the most, feeling something sharp, yeah- no, I better check it up in the bathroom mirror, I slowly got up, the pain all over my body, I walked slowly to the bathroom switching on the light, blinking a few times before my eyes got used to the brightness, I walked to the sink, gripping It tightly I look up and froze. 

Holy fuck.

Shards of glass clung to my jawline and chin, small pieces on my hair and I assumed also on the back of my head since it hurt so bad, dried blood on both my neck and jawline, my fingers moved on their own, hovering over the shards, feeling the sting beneath my touch. 

And then, like a gunshot, the memories slammed into me. A shadowed figure. The glint of a glass bottle. The sharp, shattering impact. The pain that followed.

Fucking Jared. 

I opened every cabinet roughly, searching for my tweezers, where did they fucking go, I threw things on the floor trying to find where they went. Nothing. I can't search for that long because I have work, and I already got many warnings from my manager and he told me that the next warning is the last straw, warnings for my behavior (not smiling at customers) being late to work—blah blah blah. 

And I am pretty sure I can't skip, because I think my manager will also get pissed off and fire me, soooo, plan B. I slowly walked back to my room, wincing softly at the pain, I am pretty sure I still have a mask laying here somewhere since Covid, oh, the top cabinet in my nightstand. 

I stood in front of my nightstand, getting down on my knees and opening the first drawer, rummaging through my things until I found it, I put it on, perfect, it covers just the right spots. I check the time on my phone, 7:39, shit- I got up as quickly as I got, my legs not hurting that bad anymore. 

I have only got 21 minutes to be there, I opened my drawer, unfold clothes falling on me, I search through them quickly, I have to find something quickly because it's whether I finish getting ready quickly or develop some sort of super powers to stop the time or become so fast like flash.

There are so many dirty clothes. You really need to stop by the laundry room someday, Y/n. Finally! I found a simple black shirt that has a small stain, barely noticeable along with a pair of clean pants, I quickly put them on and got my phone before quickly running downstairs, forgetting to switch off my bedroom lights, I got to the kitchen, noticing a lunchbox on the counter,well, I guess my mom had already prepared me my lunch. 

Oh-! And there is a note as well on the lunch box, I didn't have time to read it, I just took the whole thing and went straight to the front door, putting on a pair of sneakers before leaving the house, making sure to lock the door.

I walked with fast pace to my work, and almost got run over by a car because I didn't notice that it was still green light while crossing the street. I finally reached work and checked the time.

7:58 am

Perfect.

I entered the cafe, skipping the staff who was standing behind the counter, pacing to the staff only room.