The Dumb Blonde

Chapter 1

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Self-Harm/Gore/Blood/Eye Trauma 

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The sound of soft dripping could be heard on the marble tile floors. A small puddle of red liquid dripped on the ground near a hunched-down blonde boy. The boy was merely ten years old with a bloody knife in his hand. He was on the tile floor as he smiled to himself and began to laugh as he saw the red liquid drop on the ground. He can easily identify the red liquid that fell to the ground. It was his own blood that dripped that created a puddle on the ground. His laughter only grew as the blood continued to fall from his eye. After all, he had dragged the sharp knife from the top of his forehead down straight past his lower jaw. He could feel the room become blurry and dizzy. He wasn't able to hear his father knocking on the locked door as he told him to be quiet or he would kick down the door. But the laughter never stopped, which angered his father as he kicked down the door. The boy merely looked up in the direction of the door. He smiled at the blonde-haired man as he looked angry and disgusted. Before he knew it fainted near the puddle of red liquid. 

 "Travis.....Travis.....Mr. Phelps!" a yell could be heard as Travis quickly brought his head up from his desk, he quickly turned his head toward the direction of the voice, and when he did he saw an old lady yelling at him to wake up and pay attention. The blonde looked down at his desk as she turned around to continue her lesson. He looked down at his notebook filled with notes on the topic she was teaching in class. Travis picked up his chewed-up pen and began to write notes. He looked at the wall clock, which read 11:59, which meant a minute before lunch. He began to lightly tap his pen on the notebook, as he counted down the seconds. As the bell rang people quickly began to pack up and started heading out of the classroom. Travis quickly but neatly put back his notebook and textbook into his old dark navy blue bag. He ran out of the classroom and made his way to the bathroom. It's not like he needed to use the bathroom he just needed a place to hide, before heading to his next-period class. He walked past people as they spoke with their friends about what they had planned for the weekend. Travis didn't really care about stuff like that. After all, it's not like the kid had friends or anyone to speak to in general.

Larry had gotten up from the lunch table that he usually sat at with his friends to go to the bathroom. He made his way to the bathroom and once opening the door he saw someone sitting on the last stall bathroom floor. It didn't take long for the long-haired metalhead to tell who the kid was. It was none other than ******* 'Travis' Phelps the blonde kid who sat in front of him in during Art class. He was a foot shorter than Larry and on the scrawny side. The kid stuck out like a sore thumb to Larry. Maybe it had to do with the kid being the pastor's son or maybe it had to do with him being a huge jerk in Elementary school. It was until Travis turned 10 that everything changed, he went from being a huge dickhead to being a quiet kid who rarely spoke. No matter the reason, Larry could tell the kid was in the last stall from the neon green van sneakers he always wore. They looked old and too big on the kid's feet the bottom looked dirty and cracked. The same ones he wore from Middle school. But it wasn't Larry's business what the blonde did with his life. He did his business and once about to wash his hands, he heard the bathroom stall door open. Out came the blonde-haired boy. The kid only started at the mirror as Larry started back at the kid through the mirror. The kid who was a foot shorter than Larry had medium-length hair that covered the light-tanned skin on his face. He wore clothes two sizes bigger such as a white button-up shirt and a purple sweatshirt. And jean shorts that pasted his knees.    

Travis merely looked at Larry before going to wash his hand beside the sink Larry was using. He didn't say a word during the whole time. Which made things more awkward for Larry seeing as he didn't really wanna be around the kid. It didn't have to do with him being a jerk in the past, but the rumors that went around the school. How the reason why the kid covered his eyes was due to him cutting open his face with a butcher's knife or how the kid once ripped out his own teeth in the middle of class in Middle School. Now no one knew if the rumors were actually true but it sure felt like they were true. The kid walked out of the bathroom and Larry didn't even notice it. He wasn't sure if he believed the rumors but one thing was clear and that was that the kid wasn't anywhere near sane or normal. 

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This story is made just for the fun of it. Any art in this story is mine like the cover for the book is my art. I won't use any art that's from online unless I say it's from online. This is my first Sally Face fanfic. This chapter is shorter than the chapters normally will be I just wanted a short teaser for this. Since I know no one will read this shitty crap anyway and this is more of a me project. 

Headcanon for this chapter

Travis is his middle name and his first name is unknown for the time being. 

Travis is naturally blonde and the piss blonde type but naturally blonde. 

Travis suffers from mental breakdowns that lead to him hurting himself in extreme ways. (The butcher knife incident isn't real, but the knife slicing his face open is one of his many mental breakdowns.)