Sal was in the hallway of highschool, the average cliche bully Travis had started a fight. Travis threw a punch at Sal. A heavy loud crack was heard than a thud and clatter of plastic on the floor. The silent sound of liquid hitting the floor in light droplets a few seconds after. The growling of Sal's rival was heard. Sal huffed, realizing his prosthetic mask was not covering his torn, scarred face that he hid from everyone who he didn't trust. Travis looked at him, fear soon covering over the face of anger. The quick switch of emotion startled Sal, putting his face into the palm of his bruised hands.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME" Was all Sal had yelled. Even though he knew the crowd and Travis had seen his torn face.
Sal's face was scarred heavily, his cheeks of his mouth, open, revealing the inside of his mouth and teeth. His nose nostrils were opened more than a normal person and his eyelids were torn and cut. Sal's face was red and raised in places from skin. He had no eyebrows and just bright blue eyes which contrasted every bit. His eyes were wide as he stared at the floor, his eyes starting to water.
He should have just kept quite for once.
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Gore Writing
HorrorWarning: If you are really sensitive to these sort of descriptions including blood, injuries, suicide, or anything similar. I suggest not reading this. This is just going to be a story I'm going to write for gore and stuff i suppose. Most likely in...
