The Chronicles Of SallyFace

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Tw/CW:
Lots of cursing
Descriptive gore
Threat's
Panic attacks

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  Heh.
Did you think I was talking to you?
You're not the savior, Y/n.

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Sal's pov
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"54 sheep. 55 sheep..56 sheep. 57 sheep...58 sheep..59- AUGH. This isn't fucking working." I run my hands over my face, groaning.

Hot angry tears, begin to fall down my face. I'm just frustrated, it's ok. It's ok Sal. 'Calm down', I tell myself.. but I can't. I roll onto my left side, glancing at the red alarm clock: 4 am. It's four am. And I still can't sleep. I know I have insomnia but this is ridiculous, The whole town's asleep but I'm not. It's not fair, I just..I just want to sleep. "Just for a minute even.." I mutter. I'm exhausted, I'm so tired. To whomever may hear...just a minute. That's all I want. It's all I desire, just even a second of rest. I'd be grateful.
I inhale deep, controlled breathes, allowing my chest to rise and fall slowly.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine...it's fine. You're ok. I'm ok. I reopen my eyes, and an uneasy sensation settles.

"No no..no.." I can see it. Out of the corner of my eye, the mangled woman. Her bloodied face, and eyes. She didn't have eyes. She shouldn't have eyes. But she does now. They stare straight at me, and the shiver that runs through my spine is violent. I sit up slowly, backing up to my headboard. I continue my mantra, but I'm starting to believe it..less and less. "Wh-..What do you want?" I whisper, my voice weak. The pitiful tears that fall from my face, are distorting her image. Making her blur, than revert. "I asked a question..what do you want?" I repeat myself, despite being wavery, I almost sounded.. Assertive. She tilts her head, and it hangs off her neck with a sick squelch.

An attempted decapitation.

"Hell..." I mutter, not being able to take my eyes off of it. The sight makes me feel nauseous and I feel my head swoon..."You're not real." I pull my legs to chest, cradling myself. Her eyes flicker, the look on her face confused. "You're not real." I repeat. The woman's eyes go blank, and I watch on horror as the blood from her neck begins to drip. The sounds loud, like rushing water.

Trickling on the carpet.
And that trickle begins to flow.
Soon morphing into a stream.
A river of blood.

"STOP IT! STOP IT..PLEASE." I bury my face into my knees, hyperventilating. "You're not real. It's not real!" I'm barley whispering. It seems no matter how hard I try to inhale, my lungs won't. I can't breathe. I-i can't breathe.  I heave roughly, my hands tightening around my throat as I panic.
You're ok..you're ok.
Calm down Sal.

"Leave me alone. Please leave me alone..."

When I look back up, She's gone. She completely gone, there's no river of blood on my floor. There's nothing.
Ghosts aren't real.
They're not real.
"I'm ok.." I laugh, crying hysterically. I can't think, or even move. All I do is sob, Like a pathetic child. When the tears slow down, I still stay in the corner of my bed. Unmoving. "Ghosts..aren't real..I'm just crazy. " I mutter...they can't be real. I don't want them to be real.

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I don't move a muscle, eyes still trained on the spot. Nothing. It's like it never happened. And somehow, that freaks Me out even more. I..I'll never sleep after that. My shaking hands reach across my bedside, violently clutching my phone. "Please..please be awake."