Sally Face Oneshots [COMPLETE]

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-S A L L Y-
Angst | I'm Pregnant? | F/r
READER'S POV

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Years. I've been looking for a way to save Sally for years. It's gone on longer than it should. My daughter was born long ago and was now turning three in december. She was absolutely beautiful.

She shared Sally's blue hair and had my e/c eyes. Her skin was s/c. I loved her to bits and so did Sal. We visit him every two weeks.

Ashley came back to help. She's also a great babysitter. D/n loves her, though I can tell she wants her dad.

Today, Ashley and I were brainstorming ideas. We had to find a way today. He was to be executed today! I can't lose him, nor can d/n. She can't grow up without a father, just as I had. I couldn't do that. God, please let us find a way!

"Oh, my God! I got it!" Ashley exclaimed, scaring me out of my thoughts. "What?! What is it?!" I asked frantically. "Take my bike, go to Larry and take a picture! NOW!"

I understood right away and ran out the door. Thankfully, d/n was asleep and I knew Ash could handle her. I ran to the bike and drove like a manic back to the tree house.

I arrived shortly after, though it felt like a year. Once I arrived, I ran to the back and practically flew up the ladder. When I entered, I pulled out the Polaroid camera and prayed this would work. Please, please let this work!

"Larry? Larry, please I need you." Tears formed in my eyes as I spoke urgently. A noise came from the floor and than there stood my dead brother, Larry.

"Oh, God! Larry, stay there!" I took the picture, a whine of complaining from Larry, than ran out of the tree house. Afterwards, I hopped back onto the bike and drove like there was no tomorrow, which might be true for Sally if I don't hurry.

I was lucky there were no cops out, as they were all at the prison with Sal.

Once I arrived, I ran in quickly, ignoring the complaints of others and ran like I never have to the execution room. Is it called that? Death room? I don't know.

When I arrived, Sally was strapped in and the man was about to pull the lever.

"NO! I HAVE PROOF! LET ME IN! STOP!" I yelled, but to no avail. He continued watching his clock while slowly pulling the lever. "NOOOOOO! STOOOOP!" I yelled as loud as I could.

"SALLY, I LOVE YOU!" And as if in slow motion, the lever was pulled. I watched as Sally went limb. I felt like I died with him. Tears were running down my face like a fountain. He just died. The father to my child just died. He's gone. He's never coming back. I can't ever see him again. I won't hear his voice again. I won't see his scarred face again. I won't brush his blue hair again. He's gone forever. Never to be seen again.

"I love you, Sally . . ."