Be yourself (salvis) 2!

screaming- one

(TW: Screaming, slurs for lesbians, f slur, slurs at all, mention of blood and abuse?and mention of alcohol? Idk)

Travis POV ~

It was a casual morning. Like every other morning i've ever had.

My dad was yelling at my mom.

Like everyday that woke me up. Luckily cause i've had the wierdest dream. Although I couldn't remember what I was dreaming I just had a wierd feeling in my stomach. It made my head hurt.

I looked out my window. It was open and the wind was making my curtains flatter. It was raining a bit and the air was cold.

I walked into the bathroom annyoed of the sound of screaming comming from the living room.

Sure I was worried about my mother but if I wouldnt change now I would be in more trouble then I already am.

There was blood on the bathroom floor and in the sink. I probably got in a fight with him yesterday. But my mind was fucked right now. I got like three hours of sleep. Maby even less.

I looked into the mirrow. Seeing my ugly bruised face. There was a new bruise on my lip. I actually would cover it up with my moms Make-up but.. That would make father more angry.

I changed into fresh clothes.

I wore my casual Outfit.

A pink-purple sweater with darker purple stripes on the sleeves.

I knew it was pretty cold outside but I wore my blue jeans-shorts anyway. They complimented my legs. No idea if that makes any sense.

I walked back into my room and to my nightstand. There laid a golden cross necklace I got from my mom when I was five. I tied it around my neck. I felt another bruise on the back of my neck. It wasn't a new one. I got used to having ugly purple and blue bruises everywhere.

On the side of my bed there was my bed. Sometimes when I got bored in math class I doodled something on it. Like roses or Stars. I don't know why.

I put my books and my bible into my back. I honestly didnt read the bible while I was in school but if I wouldnt take it with me father would get mad.

I also got some flyers for the church to hand some kinds who would be intrested to go to church every Sunday. I sure knew nobody would take them but it was worth a try I guess.

I brushed my hair once more and went downstairs. I saw my mom sitting on the dark green old couch that we had for so many years. I didn't see any bruises but her eyes were all puffy and red.

"Mornig dear. Do you need any breakfast your father already left for work. He'll be back pretty late today so feel free to visit a friend." She said. I didn't have any friends. But she wouldn't know that.

I answered with a quick: "Yeah- and no im not hungry gotta go or I'll be late for math class. Love you miss. Bye!"

I still heard her answer.

"Bye dear love you too!"

I slipped into my light green Vans and left for school.

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There he was standing at the school gate with his faggot friends.

Sal Fisher.

Sally face.

The ugly blue haired boy that always gets on my nerves. Talking to his stupid friends. They were all a bunch of homos. Especally the ginger and that ugly bruinette with the purple Shirt. I've Seen her kiss that other bruinette. But I knew her name. She was Larry Johnsons sister ginny Johnson.