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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A Shattered Glass [Sally X Larry]
FanfictionSally Fisher A teen, suffering from his broken mind, Broken father, Broken Past And Broken Heart But What if a certain someone helps him? [Several of my heaedcannons will be added into this story] [This story will have mentions of abuse, maybe some...