-Saviour Angel-

A turn for the worse- Chapter 4

⚠️TW⚠️
Death
Detailed Abuse
Drugs
Murder

Travis pov:

I awoke in the morning to the blistering sun shining through the window, my dad sat on the other side of my mom and her still cuddled up to me. Mom was still sleeping whilst dad read a book, he looked like he'd been up for hours, i had no clue what the time even was. But i knew i would be late for school.

"Morning da-" i started, but i was cut off by a sharp whisper from my dad

"Do not wake your mother." He snapped so I silenced myself. At least he wasn't really mad this time, otherwise he would have looked up from his book and i would be in much more trouble. I just stared at the ceiling, but unlike usual i was smiling. I never smile when i zone out. I close my eyes but can't sleep, its still nice, i feel safe.. for the first time in years.. i feel safe.

Sal's pov:

Travis doesn't seem to be in today, i wonder if he's alright, i think to myself, staring at his seat whilst the art teacher yells at someone across the class, not sure what exactly about, i'm not listening. I just scribble colours onto the paper, it's quite therapeutic. I can't help but wonder what ash and Larry do in their art class, it must be much harder, so much harder than this.

Eventually the bell rings, i didn't really notice that class was over, i was mostly just zoning out. Heading to the door, i give my work to the teacher and leave the class. I have geography now, i take that with Larry so it should be fun. As i walk through the corridor i spot him so o rush over, tapping his shoulder. "Hey Larry face"

He turns to face me, smiling, his pupils are dilated he's quite obviously high "sup sally dude" he says as i walk next to him.

We walk the rest of the way to geography and take our seats next to each other. The teacher stands at the front of the class and talks which i can tell that neither me or Larry are taking any notice of. Larry grabs my arm suddenly and pulls my sleeve up to start drawing on my arm which i laugh a little at. He does this a lot, it's no surprise anymore.

Class goes by quickly due to me and larry talking through it, which got us some attention from the teacher and a little yelling, but its nothing much. The bell shrieks out for lunch time and we walk to the cafeteria to go find todd, ash,maple and chug who we join at a table, my eyes wonder around the room and i can't help but notice that travis isn't here. I'm unable to help but worry about him. I hope he's alright.

I decide to go get some food today so me, Todd and Larry go up to  get some, ash doesn't like today's food so she doesn't come with. I still don't trust the food here, but nothing can be as bad as.... I'm gonna nip that thought in the bud. At least since i gave Kim the photo of the bird, she seems to be giving me the better parts of the crappy food here. After Larry and Todd have gotten their food, im next. I go up and food is plated for me before i'm given it and we walk back to our table. There's already a conversation going, something about fireflies?i'm not even sure but i listen in anyways, not certain how to contribute. Lunch time flies past quickly, it always does, yet still no sign of Travis. Wonder where he is. My time table says i have English next lesson so i head to my locker to grab my book and then walk down to English, which i'm at least a bit excited for. We get to write out own horror stories this lesson so i reckon i'll be good at it even if i can't write for shit. Sitting down at my seat i open my book to start writing immediately which earns me a smile from the teacher. I set my goal as at least two pages of writing and get to work.

[The autumn leaves russle in the wind as i walk out of the front door, i stare at the sky over cast with clowds and begin to walk to the park local to my small home. A short cut through the forest entices me in as shadows and figures creep into the corner of my vision but every time i look they dissapear. I fear i'm going mad. The swing creaks and screeches but my mind almost bloks out the sound. The figure is still standing. Staring. But i ingore it, i ignore his whispers, his glowing eyes that glare their red light into my soul. Its just my mind playing triks on me. I keep asking myself why i'm here, why id chose to be at this small, run down play ground. Even children won't come here and animals seem to stay clear from the area as if something scares them away. The figure has moved closer, still shy of my gaze. Its all my mind. It's not real.