Bones

Sunday 1:39 pm

"Sal that looks awesome!!" Ash said excitedly. They had been painting for the last few hours.

"Uh, thanks, Ash but it's not even close to what we were supposed to paint" Sal looked at Larry who was off in his own world painting.

"Hey, Larry why is there blue on your hands? That's not one of the colors"

Larry quickly hides his painting. He wasn't painting what Ash had said to. He was painting Sal.

"Well, I like to use different colors to make it more me"

"oh cool. can I see it?"

Larry's face turned red "uh n-Nah maybe when it's done."

Sal smiled under his mask. Larry was cute when he blushed.

Sunday 5:16

"Bye Ash"

"See ya tomorrow"

Ash headed out she needed to be home for dinner.

"So what do u want to do know Sal?" Larry asked.

"I think I should head home I haven't been there in a few days. And I need to check on my dad."

"Do u want me to come with you? You know just to be safe." Sal blushed Larry was so protective over him.

  "Nah I'm good I'll just check up then head back down here" Sal headed back to his apartment.

Sal's apartment

Sal opened the door to his apartment to be face to face with a drunk father.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??!? ITS BEEN DAYS SINCE I LAST SAW YOU!!"

  "I told you I was staying at Larry's. I texted you telling you that."

"BULLSHIT I DIDN'T GET ANY TEXT." Sal flinched as his dad yelled.

"Did you even check your phone? Or did you just drink all day like U ALWAYS FUCKING DO-"

-SLAP- Henry slapped sal in the face sending his mask off.

  "....."

Sal couldn't move it's been a while since his dad had hit him. Sal turned to run to his room but Henry grabbed his arm

"OH NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T. YOU WON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AND GET AWAY WITH IT" Henry slammed Sal into a wall.

"You useless child you should if died not your mother" Sal had tears running down his face.

Henry grabbed Sal's hair and punched him in the gut.

"You're a worthless child you don't deserve to live."

Sal gasped as his father punched him. Sal fell to the ground trying to breathe again.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!" Henry screamed at Sal.

Very slowly Sal crawled to hit room forgetting to grab his mask.

Sal's room 11:38 pm

"Pssh L-larry you there" Sal whispered into his walkie talkie

There was a moment of silence "Yeah Sal I'm here. What's up why does it sound like you were crying? Why didn't you come back down it's been hours??"

Sal paused for a moment he did say he would come back down. "L-larry can you come to get me please"

"..yeah dude I'll be right up"

-sighs- Sal needed to get his mask but was too scared to go back out there. Where his father was.

Five minutes later
-knock knock-

"oh hey, Larry what's up?" Asked Henry

"Nothing much just here to see Sal" Larry replied. Henry made a sour face.

"He's in his room"

Henry went into his room locking the door. Larry shut the front door and saw Sal's mask on the floor. Shit, what happened up here?

"Sal you there?"

  "Yeah come in..."

Larry opened the door slightly and stuck the mask through "I thought you might want this"

"Thanks, man" Sal puts the mask on and Larry comes into his room.

"Dude, what happened?"

  "I-i rather not say let's just go to your apartment please" Larry nods and they head out. Sal has a bag of clothes and other things.

Larry's Room

Sal lays on Larry's beanbag watching T.V. He doesn't pay any attention to what's going on though. He's off in his own thoughts.

Sal's mind

You fat pathetic person. They want you dead. So die already no one is stopping you. Grab your razor and cut, get your meds and overdose. Lose weight don't eat. You're fat ugly.

Back to reality

Sal starts shaking and whimpering. Larry looks over at Sal

"Sal!! Are you ok man?" Larry quickly goes to sal and hugs him.

"Y-yeah fine just tired I guess"

"No sal your shaking you only do that when your scared or worried about something/one. What's wrong?" Larry had a concerned expression on his face

. "I-I'm going to take a shower" Sal grabs his bag of stuff and heads to the shower. Locking the bathroom door behind him. Sal went through his bag to find his razor blade.

One cut for being ugly
One cut for having no mother
One cut for having a father that hates his son
Three cuts for being alive.

Sal counted the cuts. Six on each arm. All bleeding and hurting.
Sal gets in the shower watching the water turn red with his blood.

Death

The one thing on his mind.

Sal gets out of the shower and puts on some clothes. His eyes are red from crying. His arms are sore and hurt like hell. He goes into Larry's room and lays on the bed facing the wall.

"Hey man, you ok? I thought I heard you crying?" Larry sounded really worried.

  "Yeah, I'm fine just needed to relax"

"ok man I'll brb" Larry goes out of his room and looks at the bathroom.

He walks in and sees red. A small puddle of blood is on the floor. 'Goddamnit sal you promised,' Larry thought.