☆❯【Like or Like Like Me? | Salvis Story】❮☆

☆--❮Chapter 6❯--☆

♡☾Song; This is Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending☽♡

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-Homophobic Language
-Bullying

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I woke up to the blaring of my alarm clock. I groaned and turned over to my side, using my pillow as a desperate attempt to drown out the noise. After a while of sitting there I rolled over and turned it off, looking at the time. 6:30 am. Gizmo prodded at my cheek, attempting to get me up. "Ugh okay bud. I'm getting up." I groaned. I hesitantly pulled back the sheets and stood up.

I grabbed the glass of water that had my eye and headed to the bathroom. I set the glass down and looked at my face. I gently moved my hand to graze my scars. I look like shit, more than usual. 

Maybe it's on account that I didn't feel the best, like I was coming down with something. I turned on the sink and splashed some of the cold water on my face, waking me up a little more. 'You'll be fine. Just get through today.' I thought.

I put my eye in and went through my standard routine. Brushing my hair & teeth, which is annoying because toothpaste always ends up down my chin due to the hole that showed my teeth.

 I turned off the light and walked back to my room. I grabbed my black sweater and a ripped pair of jeans. Since I don't feel good I don't feel like getting dolled up today, or trying in general.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my medications. I typically just take my antidepressants, PTSD and anxiety meds and go, but I decided to take one of my migraine meds, just in case. 

I grabbed my prosthetic and put it on, checking the time once more before grabbing my bag & shoes and leaving. I don't really eat breakfast so I grabbed a protein bar, hastily put on my shoes, said bye to Gizmo and left.

I walked down the halls and entered the elevator. It creaked due to old age, apparently there used to be a radio in here, but it broke after a few years and Mr.Addison just never bothered to fix it which was understandable. He was more worried about having enough funds to complete renovation on the 5th floor, which I don't think will ever happen being completely honest.

I walked out of the elevator to be met with Larry & Todd waiting for me like always. "Good morning Sally Face." Todd said, way too chipper as always. He's always chipper in the mornings, I wonder how he does it. 

"Hey Todd, sup Lar-Bear." I said, my voice still laced with sleep. "Jeez dude you alright? You look shitty." Larry said, concerned. "Eh, don't feel that good. But I'm sure it's just a lil bug, I'll be alright." I said, looking up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes Larry, I'm fine. But I wouldn't mind you carrying me." I said half-jokingly. I was tired and didn't feel like walking today, but I could do it. "Alright, bet." He said, taking off his backpack and handing it to Todd.

 I chuckled lightly, "Heh no, it's okay dude I was joking." Larry turned around and knelt down on one knee, positioning his arms to hold my legs. "Too late you already made the suggestion. Hop on."

I shrugged and jumped onto Larry's back. Larry was a solid 6 inches taller than me so seeing from his height was both scary and surreal. "Please just don't drop me." I asked, well, more like pleaded.