Salvis Oneshots

💔 Overthinking💙

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Vent fic, so, idk beware

--Sal's pov--

I stared at the wall, tapping my arm. Half my face laid on the bed. Tap, tap, tap. The sound was too fucking loud, I wanted to scream until everything was quiet.

My heart raced, my breathing shaky. It hurt, so bad. I felt tight. I shook my hand and rocked myself to give some sort of control over my body.

I'm the reason everybody leaves or doesn't care. Mom, dad, my friends are probably next. Fuck, if I just disappeared I'm sure nobody would care. They'll find new people, my friends would move on. It's all temporary.

I hate this stupid mask, I hate being flawed. It's always pointed out. I can't meet people without being asked what happened, why can't I just be normal.

I stopped trying to block out the thoughts, I let them take over. It was no longer silent tears, I was sobbing.

Why is everything so difficult, I hate being judged

I'm replaceable. Larry would probably be happier without a fuck up as a brother.

I want to be the first choice. I don't want to watch people be happy, I want to feel loved. I want to be Travis's first choice. I don't deserve to be first choice

Hot tears fell down my face, I could barely move I was shaking so much. I picked up my phone, staring at it. Call Travis, ask for help. Reassurance. Comfort. Would he even know how to help?

We've been together for abour two years. Just being with him could help sometimes.

You're a fuck up. You're giving Travis all your issues and expecting him to drop everything for you.

I stared at our old convos. Texting wouldn't help. Fuck it, I'll be left alone anyways. Better make the present nice atleast.

I clicked the dial button, putting the phone up to my ear and listened to the dreadful ringing.

I tried to control my breathing as it rung, maybe I could pretend to be okay? I don't want him to worry about someone like me.

--Travis pov--
A few minutes before

I laid on my back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark, I could barely see an inch in front of me.

Holy shit, Sal was still my boyfriend. I let myself smile, a big dorky smile. How did I get Sally Face? God, I love that boy. Everything about him was wonderful, two years already?

As if on cue my phone started ringing.
Incoming call-Sal💙

I hurriedly sat up and answered.

"Hey Sal, what's up?" My heart quickened, no response. I could slightly hear shaky breathing. "Are you okay?" No response. "Sal?" He took a deep breath.

"T-Travis?" His voice was tired, cracked. something was wrong. "Can you come over? Please... Please, fuck." He said barely over a whisper, was he crying?

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Do you want to stay on call until I get there?" He was silent as I stood up and started to go out my window. Luckily I was on the first floor.