Another quick A/N:
ALRIGHT SO I WILL ONLY PUT DOWN A TW IF THERES SEVERE GORE/ASSAULT, DEPRESSION THEMES(like suicidal thoughts, self harm, etc), AND SMUT RELATED THEMES if it's smut I'll specify . because honestly do I really need a TW for swearing? This is two gay kids in a fucked up world. Anyways yeah sorry if there isn't enough wholesome in this I'll try and get more In because I've just been like writing sad stuffo. Anyways enjoy my dudes.
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Sal POV
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I woke up groggily feeling way warmer than usual. As I looked up to see Larry's soft sleeping peaceful face I couldn't help but smile. I realized everything that happened and blushed softly. I got up making sure not to wake him up before washing my face and changing clothes. I still felt uncomfortable without my prosthetic off so I clipped it back on with the satisfying clicks. Click. click. I glanced at the time groaning. It was almost time for school. I decided why not wake Larry up like a bitch would? I stood up walking quietly the radio before turning the volume way up and pressing play. The music blasted throughout the room and Larry practically jumped as he fell onto the floor entangled in bed sheets. I turned the music off laughing my ass off so much I cried rolling on the floor. Larry huffed groaning.
"You're such an ass blue bitch!"
I only laughed harder as he finally realized the time.
" HOLY FUCK KNUCKLES!" I now sat on the beanbag wheezing as he quickly got changed in the bathroom and stringing his backpack on his shoulder. The two of us walked down the cold sidewalk. I shivered rubbing my sweater sleeves releasing a warm breath. Larry noticed this and without warning took his jacket that was stacking on top of his hood off and put it around me. I blushed uncontrollably, thank fuck for my mask.
" t-thanks larry." I mentally facepalmed myself for stuttering, Larry gave a simple breathy chuckle.
" no problem salio."
We finally reached school and began the hellish day.
4 hours later ( nobody's POV really)
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It was 4th period now, lunch was next. This class was okay for the fact it was math but what made it horrible was how sal had no friends in this class. Plus with or assigned sits sal didn't sit very far from... him.
Who is him? Well none other than Travis. They boy sal competed against for Larry's love. That sounds cheesy... Sal shook my head slightly as the bell rang for class to begin. Of course Travis pushed my head down into my desk before he sat down. Sal scrunched my nose under my mask to try and void the pain filling it. Class seemed to go on slowly, the scuffling of papers, that one kid's eraser squeaking whenever they erased. Sal about passed out but was jolted fully awake when a note in the form of a ball hit his forehead and bounced onto my desk. Sal looked up and noticed Travis smirking. Sal rolled my eyes and going against the small voice telling me not to Sal opened the note. Sal couldn't help but freeze and let tears roll down his face under his mask.
Hey Flamer, how was your day? Hopefully shitty. What the fuck did I say about Larry by the way? You're such a bad influence with your faggotry, I would be a way better influence but with you around I can't get close to him. See sinner? You get in everyone's way, mine, gay curly nerd, fatass, e girl, assley, and l a r r y s. And hey faggot? I also found your school file. How's your mom? Oh wait you got her fucked over. Took her from your dad? Damn I wonder how he feels about his son fucking his whole life over and forcing him to stare at the monstrosity that got his love killed. Wanna go play fetch? Because who killed your mom, the dog or you?
Sal cried harder struggling to not make a sound in his seat.
Sally face, let's be honest. You should just kill yourself already, overdose on pills, tie a noose, slit your wrists until you can't bleed. It'll make everyone smile more. Your dad won't have to deal with your shit anymore either. Larry won't have to confront me for you and cause himself problems because you're too w e a k to protect yourself. Have a shit day faggot, have fun in hell. Nobody will miss you, people will be overjoyed when they learn you're gone.
Sal couldn't take this he crumbled the note up ramming it in his pocket and despite the teacher yelling after him he ran out the classroom. He ended up running past Todd who was going towards the bathrooms from his class. Todd had called after Sal but Sal had ran out the front doors of the school. Sal sobbed loudly as he ran, tears flying off his cold prosthetic. He didn't stop until he reached the apartments. He went up into his apartment and slammed the door closed to his room. His dad was gone for the next few days so he was alone. Sal sat sobbing his poor eye out. He took off his prosthetic and looked down at it before throwing it at the wall somehow not shattering it.
" I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"
He screamed at seemingly nothing before slowly bringing his knees up to his chest sobbing.
I really do make everyone's lives worse.
I'm a faggot, I'm pathetic, I'm weak, I'm a mistake, I'm a killer, I was replaceable and she wasn't.
Thoughts like this cut deep into sals mind for an hour before he couldn't take it anymore. He wobbled standing up with tears flowing that seemingly had no end. Sal grabbed pencil sharpener and took the blade out. He inhaled sharply before taking it too his skin. Cruel words filling his mind.
Faggot
Sinner
Mistake
Waste of space
Money consumer
Ugly
Fat
Disgusting
Deformed
Broken
This continued for a while.
Sal finally stopped when his arms were coated with a crimson liquid that dripped onto the floor. He felt dizzy and stumbled into the bathroom and got in the shower running hot water that stung his wounds. He fell down against the shower wall sobbing as the blood washed away. Without him noticing an hour passed.
Sal POV now
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I climbed out of the shower turning off the water. The cuts still bled but not as much. I dressed in everything but a shirt, I began to search the bathroom drawers. It took a while but I found the bandages and wrapped my arms. I inhaled shakily the tears still quietly flowing. I slipped my black jumper back on and walked back too my room. I sat on the floor against my closet door, staring at the pills on my dresser. Flashbacks began to flutter in my mind.
New Jersey, the 8th grade. ( 1 yr before Nockfell.)
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Fucking Jeremiah, stupid fucking Jeremiah and his friends. They locked Sal in a room with a dog after school for a whole hour. When they finally took him out he was shaking uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face.
" wow look at the crybaby!"
" such a GIRL"
" wow it's just a dog"
" awhhh you scared, sallly face?"
Sal had ran home that moment, he was 14 and devastated he got treated like this all the time but this was the last straw. He slammed his door shut behind him. He wasn't even thinking anymore. He grabbed whatever of his medications that was closest to him and poured the whole bottle in his hand. Sal dry swallowed the bunch and sat on the floor waiting to die. Why did his mom have to die? Why did he try to pet the damn dog? Why did he get cursed with this face? is it because he needs to be reminded how he got his mother killed? How he's a fuck up? He was starting to get loopy. Before sal knew it everything went black.
His dad came home from work and sal got taken to the hospital, he didn't die but his height became permanent due to the pills.
The current
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Dad's not home right now... I could just slip away... everyone's at school, even though they wouldn't care. Sal made his decision. He stood up and grabbed his prosthetic wiping his tears. He slipped it on sat on his bed pulling out his phone. It was 2 pm now. Way past lunch. But it didn't matter. You'd think Sal was gonna play candy crush to make himself feel better but no... he went to messages and clicked on Larry's.
S: hey lar.
L: Jesus christ sal! Are you okay? I heard you ditched without me? I was planning on ditching after art to join you.
S: I'm sorry... you don't have to do that. It won't matter anyways.
L: sal, dude, you good? What do you mean by that?
S: I'm so so sorry it's not fault please I'm sorry just have a good day.
L: dude I'm skipping after this class you don't seem okay
S: don't bother, please just you're my best friend you don't need to see me like this.
L: like what sal? Please tell me?
S: it's not your fault, what's about to happen that is, just I uh... love you bro... have a good day.
L: sal?
L: hey Sal? Dude I'm gonna skip?
L: are you doing something stupid?
L: blue...?
Sal stopped reading Larry's texts and grabbed all 3 of his meds pouring them in his hand. He grabbed a glass of water and swallowed the bunch. Sal cried listening to his phone buzz as Larry tried to call him. He pulled the note out and read it again making him cry more. Sal held the note loosely in his limp arm. About 30 minutes passed and Sal was dizzy as hell and couldn't move. Gizmo tried to get sal to pet him but sal couldn't move. Everything was slipping from him. God what have I done... I love Larry and he might love me back! What am I doing to him... I'm an idiot... sorry... you better have saved a spot for me on the picnic blanket mom...
Everything went black.
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I like how I said, woot woot I'll try and make a happier story! Well uh here's the prime angst. I promise to bring happier stuff in the upcoming chapters ( dunno when sometime between chapter 10-11 tho) , love y'all.