Only Way Out

Chapter 3 a night with a fisher

As soon as I get the ok from my mom, I pack my stuff and a few extra things and head up to floor four. I head to sal's room but the doors are locked. I knock on the door
"Sal? Sal it's me larry" I say
I hear heavy metal in the background and a little bit of random murmuring. I also smell some type or alcohol I think it's beer maybe? I knock again.
"Sal????"
He finally opens the door. His eyes are widened and bloodshot a bit. "Oh thank Satan it's you or god whatever religion you are" he says while shaking a bit
"Are you ok?" I ask
"Yeah just eh don't worry about it ok?" He swallows his nervousness and stops shaking.
"Uh...alright"
"Come on in uh heh man it's been a while since I've had people over. I kinda forgot how social interaction works that and cleaning"
"Don't worry I don't know anything about those either" I say with a slight chuckle at the end.
"Yeah. Heh uh set your bags anywhere. Wait why did you bring so much?"
"Uh...can't tell you"
"Sure you can"
"Then you tell me why you were scared"
....."never mind then damn"
"Sorry..."
"Hey don't be. Hey you said you like lucidity falls right?"
I nod.
"So I'm guessing you know how to head bang then?"
"Uh...."
"Oh my god Lar I can call you that right? Yeah anyway I have to teach you come here. Ok the right way is to semi use your body not just your neck. Use your neck it snaps"
"Oh..."
"Hey uh not literally it just hurts a lot. Gives you whiplash you know?"
Sal puts in the music. Oh hell yes!
"Oh yeah ok" I start head banging to the music he put on "like this??"
"Yeah there you go you got it! Rock out little dude!!"
We rock out for a while until my head starts spinning. I stop almost falling over and puking. Sal stops as well.
"Hey what did I tell you? Go to hard you get whiplash! Sit down" he says as he sits me down.
"Spinning...spinning help"
"Shh it's ok just breathe. breathe kid."
After my head stops spinning I look up and realize something is off. My mask is off. I start freaking out a bit.
"Where is it? Where is my mask??"
"Uh right here" Sal says while handing it to me.
I instantly grab it and put it back on crying a bit.
"Hey don't cry my face is fine"
"I hit your face???"
"Eh a little. It came off while you were jamming out. You looked so happy that I couldn't stop you"
"Oh my god" I say while crying.
"Hey it's ok seriously don't cry I'm ok. My face is ok"
"Mine isn't!"
"Oh...well shit what's wrong with it?"
I stop and look at him like he's crazy.
"Are you blind? I'm a freak"
"Well that makes two of us then. If you think your face looks bad well you're wrong. I've never seen anything like your face. It's almost like it's better than art and heavy metal. And that's a stretch for me larry uh what's your last name again"
"Face"
"Really?"
"Well that's what the kids are school used to call me so I just went with it. But my last name is really Johnson"
"Well Larry cute face Johnson. I'm sally fisher"
I blush a tad. "I I'm not cute"
"Sure and my hair isn't blue"
"Stop" I say while laughing a bit.
We hang out for a while eat snacks watch movies and even paint a little. Until I make the worst decision of my like. Well one of them that is. I get up to go pee. I know not really a bad decision. That is. Until I met gizmo.
"Hey Sal?"
"Hmm?"
"You have a bathroom right?"
"Nooo totally don't dude. It's near the kitchen"
"Ok I'll be back. Ugly"
He roles his eyes and smiles "whatever. Nasty"
Bad idea.
"Oh hey watch out for gizmo he's sometimes in there"
"Who's gizmo" I say while opening the door.
"Oh he's my cat"
I freeze. No..no! NO NO NO MAKE IT STOP!! THEY WON'T GO AWAY!! MAKE THEM-
"Lar!! LARRY!! Larry Johnson snap out of it!!"
I cling onto him.
"Sal...oh thank god! I had the worst nightmare"
"Heh that wasn't a nightmare dude. You ok? You were freaking out screaming random words shaking and stuff. You even uh.." he looks down at my pants then back up at me "Hey it's ok. Accidents happen"
I look down then start crying again. "Out of all the damn things that could have happened. This had to..."
He hugs me "hey it's ok like I said. I have old clothes in my room that might fit you. Or I could just get your pajamas"
I nod. "Bring my meds to will you..."
"Of course" he says getting up and grabbing my stuff. "What exactly made you act like that anyway? You freaked out when you saw gizmo"
"I...I hate cats...they're what made me look like this. They...they killed my dad Sal.." I say in between cries. He hugs me again and helps me get new clothes on.
"Hey it's ok. My uh my parents aren't exactly here either. My mom is dead and well my dad always works and usually never comes home." He says
"S so you're all alone?"
"Yeah kinda have been for years now. Not that big of a deal though I can take care of myself."
"I can to!"
"Of course you can. Hey Lar?"
"Yeah..."
"I promise you I can get you to like gizmo. I know he won't hurt you. In fact he may help you. He helps me"
I whimper. "N not right now please" I take my meds and just cling onto Sal again.
"Understandable.....Heh clingy aren't you? Yo Gizmo leave us alone and don't speak either. Don't want him freaking out again"
I don't see gizmo but that's probably for the best.
"You know you have a lot of meds dude. You ok?" Sal asks
"Eh...I have a lot of problems"
"Well now you have one more"
"I I do?"
"Yeah me"