~Strange lovers~Sal x Larry~

•Chapter 4•

Sals POV at home:
I felt so rude to have looked,it was Larrys thing and I looked at him,I looked at him when he had his prosthetic up.

I feel like such a dickwad,he probably hates my guts.

I frowned and groaned into my pillow.

'Hey bud, you alright?'
Asked my (for once)sober dad.

'Mhmmmmm'

'Well just tell me if you need anything sal' he then closed the door.

'I can't ever tell you anything if your always drunk' I mumbled.

Slowly I pulled up my jumper sleeve to reveal dark bruises from my so called dad.

On the other side of my pale arm was light pink scars.

I wasn't proud of these but..yeah I'm not proud of them or myself.

I sighed sadly and sat up I ran my hands through my hair.

Greasy..

I stood up and went to the shower.
I locked the bathroom door and saw my old friend,a blade.

I glared at it and undressed.

Wearily I got into the shower.

I turned the tap and hissed as the cold water hit my body but it soon became warm making me shudder happily.

I squirted a decent amount of shampoo on my hand.

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After taking a shower I didn't bother drying my hair so I just put it in a wet ponytail.

I should say sorry to Larry..it's too late now I'll tell him tomorrow.

I smiled to myself and put on some pajamas while jumping into my comfortable bed.

Larry had a mom,Lisa she was
sweet and kind..I wonder if my mother was like that.

My dad said she died when I was born and when he's drunk he says I was a mistake which leads up to the scars on my wrists.

He constantly beats me but..I can't judge him who would love a person who killed there own mother when they were just a baby?

I sighed and snuggled into my bed.

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Larry's POV:
I hate to admit it since I only met this boy today but..he was fucking cute..

Ugh what are you thinking Larry! Your not a faggot..or am I?..

I sat in my bed with my prosthetic off looking at the ceiling whilst questioning my sexuality.

Maybe I just thought he was cute as in a friend way...yeah a friend way..

Sal looked at my scars on my lips and he freaked the fuck out when I asked him what he was looking at..

Maybe I scared him because I'm an absolute mess!

My face is fucked up and nobody would love me..

'NOBODY WILL LOVE Me!' I choked out.
Why couldn't I be strong like I was around Sal and my friends.

I was such a pussy when I was alone..and I admit it I may be deppressed but..I did notice something with sal he had scars trailing all over his wrists.

I had shrugged it off since sal had said beforehand he had cat called gizmo who was fat according to him which made me laugh.

But what if this was serious?

I had never caused self harm to myself just smoke weed and drink.

But if sal did harm himself what was to happen next?

I questioned everything that night.

My sexuality,

My feelings,

My deppression..

Everything and I decided to write something since I was so bored it went like this...

'Deppression is a dark abyss,
You can never crawl out of the hole you make..
The words you hear and the pain you feel aren't in your mind..there real.
They will make you feel worthless like anything you do never counts..
In the end you have multiple options.
Death or a blade to a wrist or help.'

I scribbled a bunch of things at the end and sighed.

I lay back on my bed and soon my eyes fluttered Shut.