Living With The Pain

Momentary Scare

  "Hey Scar...Scar wake up!" I groaned,"No-" "I thought you said you were gonna go home last night." I heard the voice say.

Wait a minute...

  I slowly opened and my eyes and an unfamiliar room came into view. Along with a familiar face, "Travis?" Travis rolled his eyes,"No Fisher. I'm John. Yes, it's me! Do you not remember that you came here last night to do your homework?"

Oh.

"Oh yeah...I really slept here?" I asked as I sat up. Travis nodded,"I would've waken you up earlier...but you look so peaceful when you sleep." I snorted out a laugh,"Creep."

Oh shit.

  I reached my arms around the back of my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I'm not wearing my prosthetic.

I look over the edge of the bed to see my prosthetic laying on the floor by my stuff. I gasped quietly and covered my face with my hands,"C-Can you get me my prosthetic? Please?" "Why?" Travis asked. "God Travis, just please give me it!" I snapped at him.

I heard footsteps, then the clink of the buckle on my prosthetic and footsteps back towards me. I closed my eyes and opened my hands out so he could give it to me.

But I didn't feel it.

Instead I felt a kiss to forehead before I felt the prosthetic in my hands. "I don't know why you're so self confident about it, Fisher. It's not that bad," Travis commented as I put my prosthetic on. "Not that bad?! God, you have no idea what you're talking about, Travis," I said as I stood up and began to collect my things. Travis rolled his eyes,"So you're calling me an idiot, Fisher?" I nodded,"Hey, do you wanna come over?" Travis just shrugged,"Why not?"

The two of us walked downstairs where his parents were. "Morning, you two!" His mom greeted with a smile. "Morning, Mom," Travis said. "Good Morning!" I said in that cheerful, customer service voice I usually give adults that I just met and/or around for a little bit. "Travis, where are you going?" Travis' dad, Kenneth Phelps, asked. Kenneth Phelps, Church Pastor. He looked at me like he was going to kill me just by looking at me. "I Uh-I'm going to Scar's house, Father," Travis explained and I could tell he was nervous.

I wonder why.

Kenneth nodded,"Oh...Well, have a fun time. Not too much fun. Don't get into too much trouble." "We won't, Mr. Phelps," I said as Travis and I walked out and headed over to my apartment. "Why'd you get so nervous?" I asked. "I,"Travis sighed and ran a hand through his hair,"I get abused at home. I didn't want him to hurt me in front of you...or maybe even hurt you." I nodded slowly. "Are you sure it's ok if I come over,"Travis asked, clearly trying to change the subject,"Doesn't Sal hate me?" I shook my head,"Sal texted me and said he wasn't gonna be home today. He's going out." "Oh...ok."

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Travis and I sat in my room playing video games and just talking. "Hey, that's no fair!" I whined,"How are you so good at this game?" Travis just shrugged, focused on the game. "Are you sure you haven't played before?" I asked. "Fisher, if you don't shut up and play. Also, stop complaining. You're so annoying," Travis said and I wacked him with a pillow, making him lose focus,"Hey!" He took a pillow and threw it at me.

I giggled and grabbed another pillow. "Pillow fight!" I yelled as Travis went to grab a pillow so we could have our pillow fight. I ran around my room and started using my furniture and anything I had in my room as a shield. "Hey, this isn't fair! We're on your turf,"Travis said as I ran out from my hiding spot and smacked him with a pillow...only to be smacked back.

Our pillow fight lasted about half an hour to an hour before we got tired and the two of us laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Video game forgotten and pillows, blankets and furniture astray and everywhere. We didn't even hear the door open.

*Sal's POV*

Ash and I sat in my kitchen eating pizza rolls. "Have you ever thought about what the future would be like?" Ash asked me. "The future? No. I didn't even know I'd make it this far," I admitted. Ash sighed,"You wanna know what my ideal future is?" I nodded,"Sure. I'm actually curious because thinking about the future is a foreign concept with me."

Ash nodded,"In the future, I hope to have a steady paying job so I can support the family I want to have." I stared at her while she talked, she had that certain spark in her eye that she gets when she's determined about something. "Maybe two kids. Maybe three," Ash added,"a husband who would REALLY love me and our kids." I smiled under my prosthetic.

"I know you said you can't be here long because of Ben but that future sounds good. What do you want to be?" I asked. Ash thought for a moment,"Maybe a photographer or an artist." I nodded,"I think those are good paying and steady jobs." Ash nodded,"Yeah, me too..." Ash checked the time and sighed,"I've gotta go Sal." She stood up and I stood with her so I could walk her downstairs. The two of us headed outside.

*Scar's POV*

I sat in my room while I waited for Travis to get back from the bathroom.

Today's been nice.

I heard a door open and shut so I assumed it was Travis coming out the bathroom, so I stood up. The door opening and shutting was followed by another door opening and closing, and a scream. I grabbed my knife and ran out my room.

Travis was standing on a side table with his eyes closed and pointing at the floor,"GET IT!" "Get what?!" I asked. "GET YOUR DOG!" Travis yelled and I looked over to see Gizmo trying to climb up and get Travis. "WhY iS hE iN oUr HoUsE?!" Sal asked. "He was here this whole time! He was with me!" I explained as I put my knife down and picked up Gizmo,"Travis. It isn't a dog. It's a cat." Travis opened his eyes,"Wow Fisher. Thanks for warning me." I rolled my eyes,"It's just Gizmo."

"I don't care, I just wanna know why Travis is in our house,"Sal said. "She just told you why,"Travis said as he climbed down from the table. Sal rolled his eyes,"It doesn't matter. Get out." Travis sighed and pet Gizmo,"Sorry." Then he looked at me and smiled,"See ya Monday, Scar." Travis left and Sal walked to his room, mumbling to himself. I put Gizmo down and picked up my knife, heading to my room.

What a day.