Reality (Salvis)

𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠

October 4th 1993 - Monday

Travis POV [✞]

I groaned as my eyes slowly opened. I stared at the smooth cream colored ceiling above me.

...

I hated waking up here.

I stayed with Sal for a day or two but I couldn't hide for long. My dad eventually started calling around, wondering where I was. I ended up just telling Sal some excuse like "oh my dad must've come home early"

I felt annoyed at first; I was angry.

Why does he suddenly want me back when it was his fault I left anyway. It was his fault I sprained my ankle.

But..when I saw him again..

He welcomed me back like nothing had happened. He put ice on my ankle and made me food. He even let me take the rest of the week off of school.

I know this isn't permanent. It's happened before. I get hurt, he feels bad, he acts like a real father, and then he changes.

Even though I know the outcome, I want the process. I know it'll leave me feeling even worse later, but at least I can pretend to feel better now.

..

.

𝟼:𝟶𝟶 ⏱︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ
𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗽!!!!!!!!!

Ugh. Forgot my alarm was going to go off. I groaned and rolled over. "Shut..up.." I smacked the top of the alarm with my fist.

Stupid thing.

I forced my body up and sat at the edge of the bed. Well, today is my first day back. Super excited to sit all day and eat food that looks like somebody has already chewed it!

𝟷𝟷:𝟻𝟺 ⏱︎ ! - 𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍

Only two more periods, not including this one. I hated being here. I miss sitting around for a week. Now I had to wobble around school like a moron with this stupid brace thing my dad got. I tried to tell him I could walk fine on my own but he didn't listen. I guess I'm better off with some support.

I sunk into my chair and put my head in my hands as I waited for the class to start.

"Hey Travis" I looked to my left.

It's him again.

"Sally Face," I replied.

"How's your ankle? Did the pills help any?" He shifted his hand up and down his backpack strap. He was still checking up on me? "It's uh..fine I guess. Yeah the pills helped for a bit" I looked closer at his hand. Did he paint his nails?

..huh

"That's good, well.. I wanted to give you this" he pulled out the pill bottle and held it low.

"What? Why?" I heard them shake in their bottle "You said it helped last time. Here, just take it, it's not like I need them" he carefully put the bottle in my backpack.

What does he gain from this? Seriously. I don't get why he doesn't just hate me.

"Thanks. I guess." He nodded and went to his seat.
I couldn't help but try and get every glance I could at him during class.

We hadn't talked that whole week when I was gone. Obviously, I mean we aren't friends or anything, but we did have a project together. This was our week to turn it in. Only problem is I decided I was going to procrastinate the whole thing and hardly did anything the week before I broke my ankle.