Sapphire Sins (Sallary)

19<Giving up>19

TW: SELF HARM

Larry couldn't sleep knowing Sal wasn't there with him. If Sal had an episode he couldn't help him; he could get hurt, or worse, hurt Henry. Not worse in that Sal is less important than Henry, but worse in the fact that Henry could file a police report for assault.

Larry tossed and turned, unable to close his eyes and fall asleep. He knew he'd have nightmares, he also knew that he wouldn't be awake if Sal called. So he stayed up, turning onto his side with a sigh. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a transparent, glowing figure in the shape of a young girl standing in the middle of his room.

"You didn't listen." She mumbled. Megan.

"What?" Larry asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"You didn't listen to me. You should've gone with him, they have him now. Maybe not physically- but spiritually. He belongs to the Devours Of God, now." Megan stuttered out, falling over her words slightly. "Go."

That was all the instruction Larry needed as he hopped out of bed, threw on an untied pair of converse and rushed out the door in record time. He jabbed his finger into the elevator button that read "four", tapping his foot as the machine rattled to life and began hauling him to the fourth floor. The boy didn't even care that Megan was seen in his room, he didn't care that it was three in the morning; all he cared about was making sure Sal was safe.

The elevator dinged, kicking Larry out as it shut it's door. He ran to 402, jammed the extra key into the door and rushed to Sal's bedroom. There was a commotion from inside his room. Upon arrival something caught his eye- Sal wasn't in bed, rather he was standing at his window longingly looking outside.

"I knew you'd show up." Sal stated in a sad voice. It was his, that much was obvious, so why was he standing at the window?

"Sal? Is it... is it you?" Larry asked, walking towards him.

"You tell me. Am I Sal Fisher, or not?" Sal replied, turning to face the boy. Nothing seemed amiss with his appearance, other than the wild blue locks and tired expression.

"Sal, what's going on? What's wrong?" Larry mumbled out as he approached the boy.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to, but it made me. I'm sorry, Larry... please, please, don't blame me. I'm so fucking sorry, I... Holy shit." Sal stated, holding his hands behind his back. Larry got closer and gently grabbed his arms, then pulled them from behind his back.

Small red cuts lined up and down the boy's arms, causing Larry to nearly burst into tears right then and there. He was quickly losing small amounts of blood, which would be fine if there wasn't so many cuts bleeding all at once.

"Sal, we need to go to the hospital, or t-the ER or something..." Larry stated, slightly in shock as the crimson liquid dipped onto the carpeted floor. Sal shook his head.

"Not again. Not this time." The two boys locked eyes before Larry grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom and began treating his boyfriend's wounds.

...

Two weeks have passed since the incident, and nothing seriously bad has happened. Larry will find Sal standing randomly in the middle of a room, his eyes taking him somewhere else. But tonight wasn't going to go well, not like Larry had planned.

Sal knew something was wrong. He also knew how he could fix it. So he sat on the roof of the apartments with his kegs dangling off the edge, two bottles of booz sitting beside him as he blasted Sanity's Fall. Tears silently rolled down his face as he looked to the pavement below, imagining himself plummeting down.

Then, he heard the roof access door open. And he knew everything might be ok.