Sal's pov
idk some time in the morning
like-
3:00 am :000
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I wake up to see Travis going into the bathroom again, and I walk up to the door, and notice it isnt locked. I hear him hiss, and hear something like metal drop. Is he alright?
*knockknock*
"U-uhm Who is it?", He asks. "It's me, Sal, are you alright?", I ask
"Uh yeah.. I'm uh- fine!", He says. "Ow-", He whispers.
I walk in. Oh my god.
Thats a lot of blood. Oh- His wrists... What?
"F-fisher...", he says looking at me, his eyes teary.
"Wh- Why- Why would y-you do this? Let me clean your wrists.", I say.
I grab the stuff I need to clean his wrists, and clean them.
He winces. Oh no...
I put something on it to cover it, and I give him one of my long sleeve shirts.
"Thank You, Fisher.", He says. "No problemo, travvy daddy.", I say, looking him in the eyes.
He blushes. OoOoOoOoOo.
"Why're you blushing?", I tease him.
"N-no reason, blueberry.", He says his face redder. We go back to sleep, in each others arms.
"Love ya, church boy~" I say, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I love you too, blueberry muffin.", He says, making fun of my hair.
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AW HELL YEAH HELP IS ON THE WAY IS PLAYING!!!
HELP IS ON THE WAY - RISE AGAINST
LISTEN TO MAKE IT STOP AND SAVIOR, THEYRE SO FUKINGGNNGNG GOOD!!!!!
I HAVE LOVED THAT FUCKING BAND THING SINCE I WAS 3
THX TO MY MOM!
BUT NOW SHE'S BEING INSENSITIVE ABOUT MY SELF HARM
SAYING STUFF LIKE"WELL WHAT ABOUT UR SChOoOlWoOrK?" and-
whatever, just enjoy the things i make- and if u haveveveve iddedededeadadaadssss- lmk :D
dms are open if you need to vent. I'll try to help as much as possible.
Ily all<33
