If i were born different. //Salvis//

(12) leaving.

What do you belive monsters can be? As kids we belive they are scary things under our beds and in our closets. But as we get older monsters surround us. In our towns. Are streets, monsters can not only be racists, rapists, homophobes, transphobes, ableists, murderers. Those monsters can be our family. our friends, our peers.

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Sal had went through the book, He remebered something in his early highschool years about the cult shit him and larry discovered. But after he just kinda stopped. Because he began focusing on money income and pulling away from his whole happiness. So he had no real thought or even remebrance for quite some time. But the book, as soon as he opened it he saw a pit, with a glowing red eyed deamon right as he had seen in his previous years. He wondered if it was still following him, is this why this book is here? Sal flipped the page. Freezing at the sight.

He looked up as he seen travs laptop go off. He got up and grabbed it, he knew he shouldnt but oh it was tempting.  He bit his lip as he opened it, an email? From an agency?

'Dear, savyon arlo.

We have made various contacts to setup a meeting with you. We understand that you have been busy, and calling in. But we need works with you. And we need publishing soon. If not then we are going to have to drop you and our contract with you.'

Sal stared at it. Blinking. The hell??  Travis is really savyon arlo. He wouldnt be able to honesly belive this. But at the same time, damn was he a good writter.

—

A bit had gone by, sal and travis had just been talking. Travis was able to go back to his place and did, but everytime he did he couldnt sleep. He couldnt breath normally. Or even think normally as if someone was watching him. He had woken up from cold sweat. He had enough. He got all his shot together and the next day sold the house, but not for people to live in. Sold it to someone who was intrested in bulldozing it for a new project. Travis didnt complain.

Travis knocked on sals door. Chewing his lip, he wanted help on a decision. He really did wanna go back to starting fresh and go back to boston, now that he didnt have that house to haunt him. Or so he would think.
Sal answered with his cat in hands as he tilted his head

"I think i might be going back to boston for a bit.."
Travis blurted

"But why??. You said you were gonna stay why leave now?"

"Well i sold the house, i finally said sorry to you. And ive tried to make it up to you and not let my past control me. I think it is time.." Travis stood tall.

"Time for what? so you just come back into my life, act nicer after bullying me my whole life. Make me attached to you, make me fall inlove with you and now your gonna leave?!" Sal yelled

"Wait, wait.. What?"

Oh.