The Chronicles Of SallyFace

Are you ok? (final part)

Tw/CW:
Lots of Blood
SH injury's
Trauma

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"I don't think I ever want to see you like that again. Tears fell, Minds struck. Hellbent on ending yourself."
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Y/n's Pov:

My heart hammers out of my chest. As I swing the door open.

The first thing I noticed, where the blood drips on the floor, the tan 80's tile stained with crimson. Sal was with his back turned to me still sobbing. He was holding his wrists to his chest, they probably burned like hell. As I carefully crept over to him I almost stepped on the metal rust- no....a  blood stained knife.

"Sally...." I carefully whisper trying to lay a hand on his shoulder. "Please don't look at me." He said scampering away from me , back still turned. His breathing was shallow and quick, that's what I first noticed. His voice raspy as if he hadn't drank water in days.
I quickly sat up and walked out of the bathroom, I returned with a cup of water. After I grabbed that I scanned the cabinets for a medical kit , all the while Sal stayed quiet and still hadn't faced me. "Here." I whisper, setting the cup to his side. His left hand slowly reached for it but withdrawal's quickly. Little blood drips had fallen where it was outstretched. 
"I- I need to clean your wrists." I say hoping that the quiver in my voice wasn't noticable. "No....please no. Why are you here? " Sal muttered, his voice still low and rasp. I didn't have to see his face to know he was still crying, this emotional vulnerability making him feel ashamed.
"I'm here....cause I care Sal."

"Care about what?!" He yells, His voice scaring me.
"Oh look poor Sallyface, A stupid little boy ....who... Who wears a stupid prosthetic and Don't forget his dead Mother. Oh! Did I tell you he also cuts himself? Oh yeah total fucking case." Sal spewed with such venom in his voice I could choke on it.

"Sal..... I'm not -"
"Save it Y/n. You don't care. Not really you just have a Jesus complex, Newflash I don't need a Jesus He's never done SHIT for me." Sal's voice waivers at the last part, "I'm a fucking horrible person. I deserve to die, to feel the pain I caused my mother, the pain I caused to everyone around me."
I've heard enough of this , Him putting himself down was infuriating. He was so perfect yet he couldn't see it.

"Sal fisher. I-i don't think your any of those things. I think...I think your a wonderful person." I say not really good at speeches like these .
"I think your incredible, the way you carry yourself even though people are constantly knocking you down. You're incredible to me...isn't that enough?" A soft laugh escaped his lips , which quickly led to another sob. "Trust me Im not .I'm living in the shadows..in a mask. You don't even really know me. You've haven't seen ME."  Sal sighs, drawing his legs to his chest.
"Then show me..Show me your face."
I say stepping closer to his cowering figure.

"I'll scare you."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Sal."

"Y/n! I will, I don't want you looking at me like that. You'll be scared or puke, or start crying."

"Why the hell would I cry?"

"A kid actually did once.."

"Oh."

"Yeahh.."

I grab the hem of my hoodie getting, frustrated. "Well, I'm not a dumbass kid. And I already know you. I won't, I promise."