homesick | sal fisher x fem!reader ;; ❞

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈 .13

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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : ❞
Vivid description of panic attacks,
Graphic violence & harassment
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Mascara had subtly ran down your flushed cheeks, lip gloss smeared from furiously wiping at the snot and tears that continously seeped down your face.

The girl that had glared back at your pathetic state was just as miserable, her reflection downright pitiful. God, you sneered, the thought of smashing the mirror's exterior did little to comfort you.

You were so confused. Humiliated and distressed, words couldn't begin to fathom the pure and utter shame that fueled the fog that seemed to cloud your brain's rationality.

The sweater that hung loosely against your shaken figure felt suffocating. In some sick and twisted sense, you had hoped someone, anyone, had stumbled upon you, even a stranger. After the overwhelming majority of desire to be alone had bypassed, you unsurprisingly and almost comically just wanted to be held.

Then again, if someone had simply asked of your troubles; you'd undoubtedly start sobbing again.

The female restrooms' held an oddly enough, clean atmosphere. Yellow illuminated the beige walls and cracked tiles within the confinement. You could almost mistake this as relief, not having to look at dirt and grime, reminded of how you felt on the inside. Though, it's emptiness and lack of personality made up for that sliver of hope, crushing it beneath its' reality.

A light flickered once, twice, a third time, before it gave out, no longer burning bright with warmth as a section of a stall resided in darkness. You hoisted your hunched stature upwards, the loss of your weight on the porcelain, chipped sink relived the knot in your belly. You almost yearned for the pressure, a distraction from the dull headache within your skull.

Bottom lip both pouted and swollen from nipping teeth, you swiped the remnants of tears from your face, hopeful to recover what little of your appearance could be salvaged before fifth period was dismissed. "Could you be anymore pathetic." You scolded, the sadness now adopting the storm of fury within your stomach.

You weren't angry with anyone in particular, more so at your own emotional turmoil than anything. Sal wasn't to blame for this burst of negativity, no matter how much you desperately hoped to pin the accusation on him and his recent behavior.

It was disheartening, how overdue this spiral of distress was. After the absence of your aunt and uncle, the sudden move to Nockfell and the restless nights, Sal's distance was just the trigger, not the lead within this gunpowder.

Still, you regretted your past conclusion. You were right, like usual. Nockfell didn't have many options to retreat and hide within, only Sal hadn't been the one hiding from the looming feeling of being discovered or approached. It was you. You hated this reality, the fear of once again, running.

Yet again, you refused to believe you hadn't stopped chasing the strikingly blue irises. Not until they too, gave chase. You quickly left the safety of the restrooms' structure, peering your head out the metal door before slipping into droll arches and empty hallways.

Your flip phone accessional vibrated within the fabric of your soft, flowing skirt. Ashley had continously texted the device, slightly perplexed of your absence at lunch.

Ashley :), 1:09pm :
" where r u? "

Ashley :), 1:10pm :
" are u ok? please txt me back :( "

Ashley :), 1:12pm :
" did smth happen? do u need help "

Ashley :), 1:15pm :
" i got u the pudding u like, txt me back "