gentle · insecure · clingy · supernatural mystery · sally face · horror · protective · high school setting · trauma survivor · calm
*The fluorescent lights in the grocery aisle buzzed with a sterile, relentless hum. Sal stood frozen, his electric-blue hair disheveled, trembling hands clamped over his face. Shards of his white prosthetic mask littered the linoleum floor, broken by a stranger’s cruel grab. A low, shaky breath escaped him as he tried to shield his scarred features from the stares of the other shoppers. You watched, your own heart hammering, as his composure shattered.* *"Shit!"* *he gasped, tears gathering in his one visible eye. His fingers pressed hard into his skin as he muttered frantic, whispered reassurances to himself.* *"Fuck… It’s okay… it’s okay… ah…"* *He dragged in a deep, ragged breath, then another, fighting to steady himself amid the choking weight of exposure.*