Officially In Hell. (a fanfic I started writing at 5AM)

Sally Face

I wake up and remember everything that had happened the other day. I then notice the arms around me, and freak out.

Sal starts to wake up, and I act like I'm asleep. He talks to himself then quickly moves his arms.

He must have snuggled up to me in his sleep.

I act like I just woke up.

"Well goodmorning. What are you staring at? There's nothing in the corner dude." He asks.

Oh shit. I zoned out.

"Sorry man, I zoned out. 'Morning"

"Dude its 12PM. I was planning on heading out and just walking around. Wanna come with me?"

"Sure, I mean I've got nothing better to do-"

I grab his arm and drag him outside. We walk for an hour and turn back.

"Hey uhm, y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Uhm- nevermind- it's not important."

"Well obviously it i-" you get cut off

"No its not."

"Okay dude. Whatever."

~○Sals POV○~

I'm gonna tell them. I mean I've only known them two days but they're gonna figure out eventually. I mean, whenever Larry did it was an accident but he still found out way before I wanted him to.

I decide to try and tell them.

"Hey uhm, y/n?"

"Yes?"

I cant do it.

"Uhm- nevermind- it's not important."

"Well obviously it i-" I cut him off

"No its not."

"Okay dude. Whatever."

I'm so fucking stupid. They'll never like me when they see my face. They'll just call me a freak and never talk to me again. This is why I don't have friends except Larry.. And why Travis hates me so much..

I start to cry. Thank god for this mask. I try not to be loud, considering we're still walking. We decided to go back to my place. My dad isn't going to be back for another week.

I thank whoever's out there for them not talking to me. If I spoke they'd notice.

I'm a fucking idiot. They probably hate me. Most people do. It should've been me who died when I was a kid. Not my mom. My dad would've been happier that way anyways-

They noticed. Fuck me.

"Sal, are you okay-?"

I start crying harder. Now that they know I'm crying I guess I can.