Get out of my head

Travis woke up, he woke up in his room. I was not lying about no one coming to save him. Travis forced himself through the pain and bandeged himself up. He had to do all of this. Himself.

Before he knew it he layed down on his bed after fixing himself up. He was still bleeding out his head. He would shower in the morning. Because as soon as he hit the bed, he blacked out.

-in the morning-

Travis was woken up by his phone, his alarm going off for school. It was gonna be a shitty day. Or it was until he remebered...

He had sal's number.

Travis soon slowly got up, he was limping, and every breath he made.. hurt. He grabbed clothes and got in the bathroom.

He opened the door slowly as he closed it, he slipped off his clothes but it was hard, it hirt to bend down it hurt to move. Travis caught himself in the mirror. He looked at how sickly he looked. Skinny as hell, not deadly skinny. But it wasnt really healthy either. Travis saw the marks the bruises the cuts. Some inflicted by himself. Those cuts took a while to heal. Because he cut with knives and blades. Sharp sharp blades. Kennth he threw shit and beat him, but he never put something sharp up to his skin and slit it. No but travis felt in some aspects he deserved it.

Soon he got in the shower. He couldnt help but flinch at the pain of the water. Yet after all this pain, he had randomly sal on his mind. It was weird, it was out of no where after he remebered his number. His electric soft blue hair..

Travis wondered what sals face looked like.

-travs pov-

I groaned at myself for thinking such things. Yet my brain couldnt stop. The curiousity about what he looked like. «I treated sal like shit, but we were actually getting somewhere. What if sal liked me?. Does sal look at me the way i look at him?»

«Wait»

«What?!»

«No thats a sin travis, thats not good. Why would i be thinking of sal this way.»

"I need to hurry up and get ready for fucking school. If i can even go. Father probably wont let me because of the damn bruises, i wanna go though.." I would speak outloud to myself. I finally paused my sentence as i sighed softly.

"I wanna see.. h i m" I then stopped.

«All friends think about eachother like this right? This isnt weird right?. Are me and him even friends.»

-3rd persons pov-

He took a bit in the shower honestly, but the water hitting his body hurt. Him washing his head hurt. He was sure he needed stiches and he needed to get his rib checked, along with his hip. He was limping mainly because of it.

Travis cried in the shower, soon washing his face. He then after washing himself he stepped out. He got ready did what he did and instead of walking, he waited for the bus.

As he did so he finally sent sal a text

✝️: Sal..?