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Sal hated his life, now, you may think, 'Such bold words', but, it's honestly a light description, He hated how cold his chest felt, how numb his arms felt, his face was gone, his mom was gone, his guiding light was suddenly covered by heavy rain clouds

And those clouds never left

He hated how he had to wear a damn prosthetic

He hated how big he felt

He hated that his life was falling to pieces

He hated his dreams represented what he didn't like

His dreams were never peace

His mind was never peace

It was never quiet

It buzzed

And Buzzed

And Buzzed..

He felt so, so numb, he couldn't feel his arms stinging after one of his episodes

He couldn't feel anything when his dad came home, drunk, and aggressive

He couldn't feel anything since his face got mauled

He couldn't feel anything since his sweet, beloved, and kind mother left them

And he knows it was his fault

If he would've accepted his fate

She'd be alive

Dad would be happy

He was in fault

He couldn't feel anything

Until he moved to Addison apartments

Until he met Larry

Until he had friends

Until he had people that cared about him.

But, That doesn't distract from the real world

Doesn't distract him from his drunken dad

Doesn't distract him from hating himself

From hating how he looked

How he suddenly felt

He didn't like this

He never asked for this

In a way, he was glad he moved to Addison apartments,

The place where he actually felt something other than guilt, anxiety, depression, and disgust

That feeling?

Love

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