Help - Sal x Travis FanFiction

Help - Sal x Travis FanFiction

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Just a Heads up; Even though i'm still writing it this story is under heavy renovation. :))) Rated M- For violence, abuse, suicide, self harm, underage alcohol and drug use, general use of alcohol and drugs, slurs and inappropriate use of language, rape, sexual abuse, graphic descriptions of violence and other sensitive topics, cannibalism, homicide and more - Please take care while reading. When issues at home worsen for Travis, he catches Sal's attention. Sal becomes intrigued, and feels he should both help and figure out what's happening to his bully. Simple and wholesome curiosity pulls Sal further in than he thought was possible. The others must learn to welcome Travis with little explanation; And Travis must learn to welcome others. Instead of solving simple issues for another, Sal finds his own pain and trauma and must come to terms. This story is the rising and maturing of Travis and Sal. CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE BUT STORY IS Please do not repost without permission
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Sal screamed so loudly that it hurt Travis's ears and echoed in his head for several minutes after it had finished. The sound was unlike anything he'd ever heard on TV, unlike anything he'd ever made when his father beat him. It was visceral, primal. Filled with the most basic of instinct from any living thing: fear. A kind of it that was so deep, it lacerated Sal's vocal cords as it tore through his stomach and out of his throat, loud enough to reach heaven, desperate enough to be a prayer. It was the sound of death. ========== Sal can't find his anxiety medication on the fourth of July. He subsequently proceeds to have one of the worst breakdowns he's ever had in Nockfell, directly in front of Travis Phelps. (25,288 words) CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic contains graphic depictions of PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks, suicidality, and descriptions of child abuse, harm and trauma. (Cover art is my own)

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