Maybe it was the screams coming from Sal's mother, or it was the sirens that roared in the distant sidelights of the horizon. There was a bawling child standing at maybe '4"4, holding their scratched, mauled and ripped-to-shreds face. Blood was soaking the carpet, clothes, and hands that belonged to and around the small boy- those once kind light blue eyes that shone like beacons became duller, quite literally- and now they were nearing a cyan. If the continuing stress throughout Sally's life only worsened, he'd soon die likely from committing suicide. He watched his mother get murdered. Her face bitten by the damned dog.. And he swore that the demons were calling him back. Even now, as he stood in his room- looking at his electric guitar that sat beside his bed. He swore that he was living a nightmare- his father an unforgivable alcoholic, himself broken down with no self esteem, mother dead and gone- and no on else seemed to care for him, so why bother? His prosthetic upon his face, worn rather loosely right now was strapped on down. The tight ends of the buckles were given a small tug, and his vibrant light blue hair was moved away- fixing the ends into pig tails. He had already gather clothes for his first day at school- a black hoodie over his black and dark grey fading long sleeve shirt, ripped at the knee's dark blue jeans - and black converse. He wasn't fancy, hell- how could he? No allowance or anything, he lost his job actually- leaving his old town. And now here he lives.. in the Addison' apartments, with his cat and father... who barely noticed him anymore. It was rather hard to look through his mask to see his father in the living room, as he moved out of his room- the black large jansport backpack in hand. The now '4"10 tall male had shifted to get into the kitchen, and put a few snacks into his backpack. One of those small two-pack of the fig health bars, some beef jerky, and a small chip bag of the cool ranch doritos- his drink being the kiwi watermelon sparkling water drinks that stood so tall. Gizmo, his cat had suddenly pawed at his pants- and made him jump a bit, glaring down. "..Gizmo, You scared me.. Ugh." Sally looked to the living room- And he sighed. Thank fuck his dad was out drunk on the couch.. he could slip out! And he did just that. There was apparently a park nearby, so he had to find that first- leaving the apartment complex after fighting the elevator and its' weird mechanics, finding his way out.
He had successfully made it to a bus stop at least- and saw a few other people. All.. taller. Clearly. Sally set his arms up, folding them- getting slightly impatient as he figured these teenagers also came early.. maybe. Perhaps they were also all new? Whatever- Being a Junior and all wasn't tough, he had surprisingly survived sophomore year back where he lived- but this? It was bizarre.. He could have sworn he heard someone cry out..? "FUCK OUT OF MY WAY, KID!" Thump. Sally jumped slightly as a brunette male was thrown down beside him, and was getting stomped out by some guy with his hair thrown back.. and.. in a heavy looking 'biker' jacket. Whoa.. he looked cool.. and popular. Shit. Never look at those guys, just move! '..Why cant I move..?' Sally wondered to himself, not moving. He was though, pushed over by the tall man who seemed to be forcing something away from the brunette. "GIVE IT, BITCH! You!- Haha, WEAK!" Blood was on the cement now where the male lay, slowly getting up. Whoever this guy was, someone was grinning aside him. It was some raven-haired guy with a red hoodie on. "Damn, Larry. All that over your damn folder?.. What's in there anywa-" "-Fuckin.. what ya' say, Jared? WANT YOUR ASS BEAT?!" The male was about to swing at 'Jared' and Sally made a mental note to not mess with, nor talk about/to 'Larry'. He stated this to himself as the bus slowly came up to the stop, and he boarded maybe the third in place, fourth- He didn't pay attention. All he knew was that Jared shove Larry over when the bus was starting back up, and apparently not even this tough and tall guy didn't act up on the bus. But alas.. He was forced to sit. Beside Sally. "Hmph..." It was weird, a mentally unstable guy sitting beside someone clearly with his own problems. If there any way to classify this situation.. it'd be awkward. Larry apparently was staring at Sally, and he nearly made a comment- but stopped himself. Something told Larry to keep it shut, and stick with that. 'I don't know this kid.. and they've got some kind of mask..? What horrid event must have happened to them for their face to be covered..' Sally just stared out the window, backpack in hand- forcing himself to look away. He'd never get a chance to survive against him. It was fine, really. As long as his face didn't traumatize him.. it was okay.
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