My vision was blurred, and my hearing was muffled. I couldn't move. This was the end for me, as my blood was staining the grass around my head. I could already feel myself drifting away from my body. Atleast I would die in his arms.
My name is Ruben. I'm 17, and I work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria as a Security Guard. This is my story. I work alongside my good friend, Jeremy. One day I had walked into work, and I walked into the office to see Jeremy all beaten up, and tending to his wounds. "What happened Jeremy?" I asked, concerned. "Just my dad again…" He responded to my words. "Why don't you just report him?". "Because last time I threatened to, he dislocated my shoulder." He said softly. "... Whatever. If he ever does it again I'm doing something about it." I said. I hugged Jeremy, after hesitating to do so. "I care about you…" I blushed, scarlet glazing my cheeks. Jeremy just hugged back, and picked up his bag. "My shift is over, and I gotta head home. Cya Ruben." He said, as he walked out the door.
This is when my plan begun. I followed him on foot, as I jog to and from work every day anyway. I made my way to the house, watching from the window. His father was there, and motioned for his son, Jeremy, to follow him upstairs. His mother was on the couch, most likely asleep. Jeremy followed his father. I had to see what was happening, so I climbed up onto a tree with a rock, so I could smash through the window if needed. I continued to watch from there. That was then his father took out a belt, and I smashed through the window. "Leave him alone!" I screamed, as I jumped onto his father. Jeremy took off downstairs, doing what I guessed to be escaping this house. I was thrown off of by his father, and quickly pulled towards the window, being smashed against the remaining glass, shards stabbing into my skin. He was now trying to push me out the window, but I pulled him down with me.
My vision was blurred, and my hearing was muffled. I couldn't move. This was the end for me, as my blood was staining the grass around my head. I could already feel myself drifting away from my body. Atleast I would die in his arms. I smiled, as I drifted off. But then I woke up. Where was I? Am I dead? No, I wasn't. I was in the hospital, and Jeremy was beside me. My arm was in a cast, and my head and ankle were bandaged up. "Thank god you're awake…. Thank you so much for saving me and my Mom, I really do owe you…" He said, smiling. "Y-... you can repay me by a-... answering this question…." I said in response to his statement. "What is it?" He asked. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
The End.