Sally Face

The Murder

Sal went and killed everyone in the apartments. He reached his father and Lisa.
"I know I might not say this much, but I'm proud of you, son. I love you, buddy."
That was Henry's last words before Sal showed a knife throught their throats.
Tears fell down on Sal's face behind the prosthetic.
"I-I'm so sorry... I-I-I..."
He collapsed on the floor.
"Why is this happening to ME?! Why do I have to suffer so much? ... Why me... ?"
He tought and after he stopped crying he went downstairs and saw Larry standing besides Todd who had scars on himself and his eyes were red.
"What- Todd? Is Todd okay?!"
"I don't know dude. The cult did somethi-"
Larry tried to answer but police syrens interrupted him.
"They're probably he for me. But who would've called them? It wasn't you Larry was it?"
"Of course not!"
Ash walked throught the front door.
"What the hell happened guys?! Todd called me crying. I called the police."
The girl said while panting.
She opened her eyes.
"Sal... why... why do you have a bloody knife and blood on you? ..."
"He had no choice. He had to kill... everyone..."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAD NO CHOICE?! EVERYONE HAS A CHOICE!"
Tears started falling down her eyes.
"HE REALLY HAD NO CHOI-"
A police office walked inand noticed Sal.

All Sal heard was muffled noises. He was in the white room again.
"What happened? Am I... am I getting arrested?..."
"Yes, you are. I know you had to do it. I forgive you if that is enough for you to calm down a little. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. It is not your fault. I deserve prison. I killed them. All of them. I'm a mass murderer now."
"But you had no choice. Well you gotta go now. Goodbye."
"Bye Jim."
He awoke from that in a police car and then got to the local police station and got questions.
"Why did you do it Sal Fisher?"
"I alredy told you. I had no choice."
"If you refuse to answer with the real reason then I will have to-"
"Don't threaten him. It will make things worse."
"But-"
"No buts! If he refuses to answer then we'll give him time. He probably didn't know what he was doing and needs time to process what happened!"
"That's stupid!"
"It isn't... I do need ti.e to process what had happened in th past 5 years..."
"5 years?! I'll give you 5 years of pa-"
"What had happened in the past 5 years that you need to process?"
"A lot... and I do not want to talk about it. You won't belive me anyways."
"Why would we not belive you mask freak?!"
"I'm sorry about him he didn't mean to sa-"
"That's fine. I've been called worse names than that. Well you probably don't belive in ghosts correct?"
"Yes that is correct, we do not belive in ghosts. Why?"
"There are ghosts in my story."
"Okay then. I belive you can go to your cell now and rest some."
"Thank yo-"
"YOU JUST LET HIM GO THIS EASYLY?!"
"Oh for god's sake. SHUT UP!"
"NO YOU SHUT UP. THIS TALK ISN'T OVER UNTILL HE TOLD US THE REAL REASON! IT'S OUR JOB! WE CAN'T FAIL IT!"
"Then you'll be here till my or your death. I alredy told you the real reason but you don't belive me."
Sal interrupted.
"Ugh. FINE."
Sal then went to his cell and got some rest.
The next day he awoke to a cheerful cop telling him he has a pshycoligist now.
"Why would I need that?"
"It shows here that you have depression and anxiety."
"True. Well I guess I'll have to go visit him now."
"Yes."

Sorry this chapter is short af. I ran out of ideas for this one.