| "Hate is such a strong word" | - a salvis fanfic

7. Bathroom stall

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Sal Pov:

It was dark, I couldn't see anything. I started walking around until I was met with a door. I opened it just to be met with my dad. he was yelling at me. I don't remember this happening but it seemed so familiar. "It's your fault she's dead, it should've been you!" He screamed, I was covering my ears, I tried to walk into the doorway but I was frozen, I couldn't move. my dad just kept yelling at me, he had a beer bottle in his hand. He gets like this when he's drunk, "She didn't deserve to die, you're such a fucking disgrace!" he snarled as he started to walk over to me, he grabbed me by my shirt collar, I couldn't even scream.

I sprung awake, I looked over to my alarm clock it was 3:30 A.M. I was shaking, Another goddamn nightmare. I've been getting them ever since my mom died, it hasn't been fun.

I decided to play video games until it was time for school considering it's way too early to start getting ready right now.  

[Timeskip]

Now it was about 6:30 A.M. so started getting ready, I put in my glass eye, followed by my prosthetic. I ate a singular piece of toast on my way down to Larry's apartment. So we could wait for the bus together, occasionally Todd waits with us too.

Travis POV:

I woke up just to be met with pain, after I had gotten the shit beaten out of me last night it was difficult to fall asleep considering it hurt to move.

I got out of bed, It was 5:30 so I had some time before I had to make Father breakfast, I got changed into my usual outfit and headed into the washroom. I brush my hair to the side slightly letting out a sigh, I look horrible. I started to brush my teeth, my mind trailed off but I soon snapped back into reality once I realized what I was thinking about, Sal fucking Fisher.

(I am so sorry in advance)

I didn't like the way I looked, I was skinny and looked so fragile, almost as if I could blow away in the wind.

I rolled up my sleeves, you useless f@g, you don't deserve to live. You're disgusting. I opened up my medicine cabinet and pulled out a box of razor blades, I carefully pulled one out and gently set the box back in the cabinet.

I held the blade up to my arm, there were already so many scars so this wouldn't make much of a difference. I pushed the cold blade against my skin and slid it across, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I counted.

The blood started to pool on my arm and soon began to drip, it stung but I couldn't help but smile. It was so satisfying.

Once I was done watching the blood pour from my arm, I took a bit of tissue to wipe it up so it wouldn't ruin my sweatshirt. It stopped bleeding enough for me to roll down my sleeves.

I headed downstairs to make my father breakfast, it was still quite early so I wrapped up his food and set it in the fridge. I put on my backpack and headed outside. I decided to walk around until the bus came.

[Timeskip]

It was a quiet bus ride until Sal and the king of greasy hair sat down. Larry was by far the loudest person on the bus, Sal was never really loud. He would occasionally let out a laugh or yelp but that was the loudest he was. Meanwhile, Larry was performing a fucking concert at the top of his lungs for no reason. I was never really fond of him.

We arrived at school around 15 minutes after Sal and Larry had got on the bus. I entered the school and started walking over to the lockers. I got what I needed for my first class, math.

I sat down in my seat and placed my school supplies on my desk, a couple of moments later Mrs. saggy tits walked into the room just to ramble about the same shit she always does. She's so annoying, no wonder her husband left her. (Nah fam my guy didn't leave her, he's in the scary-ass room in her apartment 🤭.)

[Timeskip]

The morning was boring as usual. I had already made my way into the washroom, I was secretly hoping Sal would walk in so I could talk to him again.

Only a couple minutes later I heard someone walk in, they stepped right in front of my stall, and I recognized those old worn down blue shoes. It was Sal.

"Uhm hey-? I have a question I want to ask you if that's okay?" he started, "Sure go ahead I don't really give a damn," I said, it sounded kind of rude but I didn't intend for it to be.

He slid something under the stall door, I picked it up and slowly unraveled it. It was the note.

"I-I just wanted to know if this was yours, and if so, I wanted to know if it is really about me like those boys in class said-" I looked down at the paper, I was horrified. "I- uhm" I couldn't even find the words to say anything. "If it was directed towards me then I want you to know I'm not mad, it's actually really sweet. I'm flattered, I just wanted to clarify with you before I jump to conclusions, you know?" I nodded like an idiot, he can't fucking see me I'm behind a door.

"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have written that. I know it's wrong." I finally was able to find words, "No Trav it's not wrong, I can tell you're going through a lot and it's okay to feel that way. I'm assuming just you don't have the greatest home life, hence the note. But it is okay to feel romantic attraction towards another boy." My heart fluttered at the nickname.

"Trav?" I repeated what he had said, "Oh uhm sorry- that sort of just slipped out-" he stated. I smiled, this was nice.

"C-can I come in?" he asked, I slowly unlocked the door. I revealed Sal standing there, his eyes were wet with tears, yet none of them had fallen.

He slowly walked into the stall locking the door behind him. He looked up at me. Then all of a sudden his arms were around my torso, he was hugging me. I had never really hugged someone ever since my mom died so this was new.

I was significantly taller than him so his head was rested on my lower chest. I didn't know what to do so my arms were in the air hovering over Sal, I gently placed my arms over Sal returning the gesture.

"I'm sorry you just looked like you needed a hug," he said, he sounded sad. "Yeah, you were right," I said in a shaky voice, by this point, tears were streaming down my face. "If you ever want to come over to my apartment you know where I live. Just talk to Mr. Addison, he'll give you my apartment number." he offered.

I nodded, it would be nice to visit Sal when I need to get away.

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Omg I have 87 reads!?! Thats amazing. Anyways I am so so so so so sorry for not posting this chapter sooner, I've been dealing with a lot of family drama (more than usual) so it's not really a fun situation to be in. But I'll try to post more regularly. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

-author <3

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