Sally Face x Reader

Since Then

"Guess you never really know what you have until it's gone. I've always hated that fucking saying."

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It had been about a week since the murder.
Although the apartments are the same it feels as if everything's changed. People don't really leave their apartments as much and everyone's paranoid. Larry went to the cops and even talked to the detective assigned on the case. They keep saying they can't do anything since he doesn't have any "evidence" like what the fuck? He was there. Isn't that enough? He fucking saw it happen! But nooo that's not good enough. Now here we are living in the same building as a murder.

Sally POV (a/n I what y'all thinking finally he's here!! It's the main boi)

I'm so damned tired. It's been hours since we left New Jersey and it's starting to get dark out. Honestly it's a little maddening sitting in a car for so long, especially since Dad won't talk to me. He's never been the same since the accident and Moms death. Then again I guess we both haven't really been okay since then. Well, at least I got Gizmo to keep me company. It's not too bad leaving New Jersey anyway, sure we had a nice house and all but school there was absolute hell for me. Maybe I did make a few slight friends here and there but its hard to tell since they were always calling me names behind my back.

Sigh...

I really hope it'll be better this time. I need it to be better, even if its just a little. Having nothing better to do I allow myself to slip into a deep sleep.

Hours later
I immediately wake up as I felt my body slightly lunge forward, and if it weren't for my seatbelt I would've been knocked out good. 'Good to know Dads driving hasn't changed,' I sarcastically thought.

Finally stepping out of the car I look at the building I would soon be calling home. Addison apartments, just by first glance it truly screamed "run-down haunted building." Nice.

"Come on Sal help me out with unpacking!"

"Alright, coming Dad." Guess I'll check around the building tomorrow.

Y/n POV

We had all miraculously survived till winter break. Honestly didn't know what would kill me first the murderer in the building or the amount of math homework Mrs. Packerton gave us. Over all I was worn out from school. It's been difficult for me though. After the incident I've been crashing at Larry's place. Even Larry is starting to get tired of my bull. He says I "Charley doesn't even live on the same floor and there's police guarding the area" which is all bullshit the police are as useless as sitting ducks. Granted I do try to stay at his place as much as possible now, Lisa has been very kind and understanding about it though. She says it's "understandable and who would even want to step foot on the floor of the murder." I now only go to my place when I really need something like a change of or to feed Coco. Today is different though, today I decided I was gonna start staying there again.
So here I was in room 400 on the 4th floor only two rooms away from the room where it happened. Although I was trying to play it cool and relax literally any small sound made me jump.
'I'm just gonna rest for a while, it's winter break after, the time to laze about,' desperately trying to begin relaxing I grab all the essential material for comfort: phone, comfy pillow, fluffy blanket, and cat that kinda loves you. Once I gathered all of the above I simply cuddle on the couch in hopes of sleeping soon.
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Knock, knock, knock.
'Hmm?' I slightly shift from my sleeping position.
Knock knock knock knock knock
Like hell im gonna answer that.
"Go away!" I respond.
The next set of knocks suddenly become full blown banging against the door.
"Open the door y/n and let me into my own damn house!" I recognized the voice. It was Val.
'Oh fuck. She's here. Oh shit,' I bolt from the couch and scrambled to open the door, I even saw my cat run to my room. The moment I opened the door she stubbled through.
"About goddamn time, work was fuckin' terrible an' now I can' even get in' my own fucking house"
She was dead drunk. This was worse than welcoming the murderer into my house. If I handle it carefully I can probably set her to sleep without any issues though.
"I'm very sorry about that Val," I said in a quiet tone.
"Shut up. I work my damn ass off so you can be all fucking lazy doing, doin' god knows what kind o' shit you do here," Valery slurred.
"I know.." I said half shamefully as I helped her to the couch. I tried keeping as quiet as possible as it seemed to aggravate her when I spoke.

Once I finally managed to get her to lay on the couch I went to get a glass of water and pills as she tried to sooth her hangover. I returned with the pills and she took a larger quantity than what was recommended. A small smile formed up an my lips at the thought of her having an overdose. I stood up to refill her water and heard her sniffle a few times. She said something that I didn't quite catch.
"Hm?" I quietly inquired as I handed her the water.
"I SAID why is the couch covered in this crap?"
She was referring to the cat hair. Cat hair from the cat I wasn't supposed to have.
"You...your kidding me? You brought a fucking stray animal here? Valery started to get up as she gripped her head from the pain.
"What's wrong with you! You think you can do whatever the hell you want? Huh?!" She threw the glass at the ground near me and it crashed around my bare feet. She then gripped my arm tightly while digging her nails in my skin as she continued to yell profanities.
"Stop!" I yell from the pain.
"Bullshit. BULLSHIT! You listen to me and live under my rules! You hear? Where's that fucking animal? Huh?!" I couldn't even concentrate on her words as tears streamed down my face.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please, I'll get rid of it please don't hurt her..."
She let me go and slammed open every door until reaching my room where saw Coco hiding under the bed. She yanked Coco by the tail and kicked her towards me.
"Don't hurt her!" I chocked as tears began to form in the corners of my eyes.
"Please..."

"So fucking stupid what ya think would happen? I let you live here on your own and you still do shit like this?!" She slapped me so hard I stumbled until I hit a wall. In that moment I knew I triggered something and there was no going back.
Tears streamed down my face and they seemed to never end. Why? Why's this have to happen? I don't get it. It doesn't make sense. I didn't want this for either of us. Why does it have to hurt so bad?
"...I'm sorry" I said almost in audibly

"You, you're not sorry. You don't fucking care! You make my life a misery. An' all I think is, what did I do to deserve this...? I wish you'd kill your depressed ass!"
I wish she wouldn't get like this but at the same time these are the only moments she'll ever really talk about how she feels. Continuos waves of sadness crashed in my mind but I was physically left in a daze.
She continued to break, throw and wreck objects all over the room.

before she could continue yelling at me I stumbled out of the room. I tried heading for the door but before I could reach the door knob she grabbed my hair and yanked me back.

"I'm done with your shit, I'm done with your parents shit! Jus' cause they went and offed themselves they expect other people to deal with their damn ass problems! Huh?!"
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't run, I couldn't call for help.

Knock knock knock

We both stayed in silent at the sound of knocking. As if we weren't having a heated fight a literal second ago. It was uncanny. The person living next door is never home. No one lives in 402, and the rest of the rooms are deserted. We're practically the only residences on this floor.

Who could it be?