Cigarette And Lavender(Halfway Edited)|| Salvis || Sally Face ||

6

Travis's pov

The house was silent as I looked around my room. The atmosphere was gloomy and bland, which didn't help any of my, rather frequent, depressive episodes. There was a never ending tension buried in the walls of the house.

When I arrive home from school it was as if any positive feelings from the day prior evaporated at the door.
I sighed to myself.

I rose from the bed and trotted down the stairs, it was safe to leave my room considering my father was out.

I pulled on the handle of the refrigerator and leaned down. There was not much in there beside alcohol bottles.

I ended up settling on a plain piece of toast, it was easy to make and we had bread so it would have to work.

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The silence of my room was deafening. My legs fell over the side of the bed as I sat up. I sighed as I reached over my nightstand and turned the nob on the radio.

The notes of a random country song began to float from the radio, I grimaced before turning it back off.

I found myself cleaning out the space under my bed because of the looming Boredom. After throwing away a few scraps of paper I plopped back down onto the floor and pulled another box out. My hands faltered as I noticed the firmilar painted blue wood. I ran my fingers over the intricate floral carvings.

My mother had kept all her sentimentals in the box, for that reason I couldn't get rid of it despite the melancholic feeling it always brought to me.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life my mother could've had if she never married my father or had me. I watched tears land on the small rosery held in the box.

Maybe if she didn't have me my dad would've stayed happy, and he wouldn't have taken out his anger on her.

Maybe if he'd had a better heir, or maybe if I wasn't so fucked up.

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I had come to the conclusion that I should befriend Sal, or at least try to. He didn't seem that all that bad and I could use a friend, I couldn't just go to Emile anytime I needed someone to bandage me up or help me feel better.

I was contemplating asking him to hangout, but I was petrified of rejection. What if he said he didn't want to be my friend? It would be understandable if he did.

Fuck it.

I pulled out my phone and messaged the number that he had scrawled across the slip of paper that had been given to me.

I punched the number into my phone and stared at the blank conversation log. I didn't know how to start a conversation, I didn't text many people at all and Emile usually took the initiative and started our conversations.

I sighed before sending a simple greeting. He replied fairly quickly.

Hello

Hi who's
this?

It's Travis.

Oh
What's up man?

I was wondering if
You'd want to hangout

Are you asking
Me out? XD

NO!

My face felt like it was on fire. Another message popped up as I opened my search engine to see what 'XD' meant.

Yeah meet me at
the park in an hour?

I stared at my screen, I didn't mean right that moment but I guess I wasn't complaining.

I stood from my bed and made my way to my closet flicking through the few outfits that I had. I sighed after finding nothing that looked nice.

This was stressful.

Have a good day and dont forget to eat, drink water, and take any meds prescribed to you!

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