Sal's background

the beginning

cw: shooting, basically how I lost my face

It was early Saturday morning, it had rained the night before so there was dew on the grass. dad was laying out the blanket for us to eat on and mom was sitting on the ground picking flowers to put in her hair. she was magical like that, not a care at all about the wet grass instead focusing on the flowers. plucking them up and wrapping them into her hair.

"ok sal dear, go over the hill and see if there's anymore flowers" mom chirped happily. I obliged, starting to jog over to look. there was something over there, i saw it as i walked. it was a dog, or at least i thought it was a dog, it was a lot bigger than a normal dog. whatever it was it was hunched over and grabbing something. it turned around, it had the of a dog. it pulled something out from under the cloak thing it was wearing and

BAM

the last thing i remember from that day was pain, lots and lots of pain