Two Smokers, One Rainy Day

~A Hell Hole~

(TW: Domestic abuse, self-harm. If these things trigger you, please skip this book.)
The sun shined into my eyes as I rolled over onto my back. I reluctantly opened my eyes, being blinded in the process. I laid there and finally had time to myself to think. Today was moving day and I wasn't excited in the slightest. With everything that happened between my mom and dad a few nights ago.. I shivered at the memory, trying to force its way in my consciousness, it made my spine shiver and goosebumps travel up my arms. Yes, they always fought, but not like that. It was scary to think about. What if it went any further? My hairs were now on end, I sat up and shook away the thought. No, I am not gonna let my brain ruin the day first thing.

I navigated my way through the box filled room, almost breaking my toe in the process. Everything was already packed, it was just loading it into the moving truck and then sitting in that same stinky truck for 4 hours. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hazy green eyes staring back at me. My eye-bags were getting so bad, it looked like I hadn't slept in days. That wasn't a complete lie though. With all the nightmares I've been having lately, I can barely sleep. I get at least 2 hours of sleep, if I'm lucky. It's enough to keep me going. If I'm being honest, I look dead. Like a walking zombie, with how pale I am. I hadn't gotten good sunlight in a couple of weeks. I've been too busy packing and worrying about family problems. Hopefully that changes once we move..

I brushed my rat's nest that I call hair. My wavy, reddish-brown locks reached below my shoulders now that my hair was brushed. I let out a sigh of relief and brushed my teeth. Taking care of yourself is hard when you have depression, but I have to push through. Especially since I'm going to a new public school. I don't wanna give off the wrong first impressions. I think back to my old friend group. They were just a bunch of snakes, always spreading rumors about me. Some of the most unbelievable shit, but you'll be surprised at the number of people that believed those venom filled lies. I grabbed my black, round glasses and put them on. Wow, everything just went from 240p to HD. I blinked a bit, taking in the change of quality. I went and got dressed, deciding to wear a green sweater, with some pattern on it, and a pair of ripped black jeans. To top it off, I threw on a random pair of shoes.

I left my room and headed to the kitchen, running into a few more boxes on my way there. My mom was already in there cooking scrambled eggs and sausage. She looked as tired as me. I hadn't even thought about how this whole situation would have also drained her. I sat at the dining table and tapped it out of instinct. My mom looked back at me, finally noticing my presence. "Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?" That felt like a knife in the back. I know she can see how exhausted I looked. But I decided to lie to make her feel better. "I slept fine." The conversation ended there. Awkward tension filled the air. After that night, things haven't been the same. Something changed between us.

We ate breakfast together in silence that morning. It wouldn't have been the first time. But it would be nice to talk, especially on a day like this. My mom called the moving truck and we began packing all of our boxes and furniture. We didn't have much left since my dad took the majority of it when he left. Maybe that was for the best, an official brand new start. We had been packing for around 3 hours and was nearly done. I was sweaty and exhausted, it felt like my whole body was throbbing. Everything hurt, especially my back. I groaned in pain and picked up the last box in my room and dragged myself to the moving truck. I threw the box in the back of the truck and sat down on the cool concrete.

My mom came out with what I was assuming the last box that we had to get packed. We did leave a few things to actually be able to fit what were essentials in the truck. She closed the truck and sat beside me on the pavement. "Hey kid, I know this is sudden. You probably feel as shitty as I do. I promise I'll make it up to you." My heart hurt, I never would've thought in a thousand years she would say that. "Pinky promise?" I looked into her eyes, I felt my eyes beginning to water. I know what I said was probably childish. She held out her pinky and I grabbed it with mine, we kissed our hands. It was silly but it felt way more sincere than a regular pinky promise. "I promise" she said, with love and sincerity behind her words. The beginning of the repairing process for our relationship I hope.

Maybe this won't be all too bad.

I got up and began walking to the passengers seat of the truck. Before I got in I turned around and looked back at the run-down apartment building. It was extremely expensive and was an absolute hell-hole, I have no idea why we lived here for so long. But I did grow up here and there are some good memories. But the negative experiences that happened there will always taint that. I shook my head, out with the old, in with the new I suppose. I turned back and got in the truck. I didn't waste a second more to use this time to rest my eyes. Maybe even take a nap. I closed my eyes and got comfy in the seat. Which was pretty hard cause it was pretty much stiff as a board. But when you're so exhausted and sore, anything will make do. As my brain drifted off into darkness there was one thought most prominent in my mind.

Please don't let history repeat itself.

(A/N): Hi! This is most like a prologue, I know. Anyways, I am very rusty at writing and I know that the Sally Face fandom is practically dead but this is honestly mainly for me. I'm extremely hyperfixated on Sally Face once again and I just wanted to write this super badly. Branch out on character development and writing skills! :)