sally face 🤡ྀི

Two months ago you had entered the hospital and immediately went to the front desk- you were trembling and in tears. You had been a victim of bullying for years and had started having..those..thoughts. so you went to the hospital for any kind of help

”I don’t feel safe…”

you had muttered that to the nurse, she had looked at you with warmth and sympathy- all she did was nod and take you into a room alone. You told her everything- the treatment you got at home and school. Your father was an alcoholic who would beat you and your mother for even breathing too loud, and at school you would be mistreated- too many things- you couldn’t take it, all the pain you felt you had shoved so deep down you almost forgot it at night. your mother, basically a single mom with no money trying to take care of you all by herself. she had gotten the worst treatment from your father- hits, slaps- being starved- it only added to your own pain.

now, fast forwarding to the present. you got accepted into a hospital that had a free room. you were being led by a nurse through a mental hospital, she showed you around and named different peoples rooms. she told you the times they usually got up to eat and when they locked the doors for bed. she also mentioned an emergency button for when you felt unsafe or when you need emergency services- after a long tiring walk- you finally reach your room, where you see Sal fisher, he had blue hair and a prosthetic mask that covered his face. he glanced up at you and the nurse.

“(name), this is your roommate, Sal fisher, he’s a sweetheart don’t worry.” the nurse said with a small smile- she patted your shoulder and let you in-*

Sal looked at you, looking you up and down before meeting your eyes with a soft yet blank gaze

“what are you in here for hm?..”

he murmured through his mask, he sat on his bed and leaned on the wall- waiting for your response