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For some reason, Travis had never felt alone in his own home.
Truly, it felt like if some kind of spectre roamed around closer to him, feeding on his energy shamelessly like a blood sucking slug. The tan skin slowly began to turn greyish within weeks, bleeding gums from lack of brushing and the showing bones.
Daily since that moment, he sat on the bath in the morning while letting water flow down his sick and twisted shell of a body. He felt ugly and undesirable but that was nothing between what he truly felt about his life and the way he could hear soft rummaging at almost every moment of his miserable life.
He was going insane over a supposedly real ghost or some paranormal entity that seemed to haunt his very bones that didn't feel his own anymore with how much they showed.
But said ghostly figure would never dare to put 'Travis' and 'ugly' in the same sentence or even dare to try and scare him, afraid his heart would just stop beating all together.
In the cold place he was, he had nothing to do but stare at the dirty blonde in every sense of the word while his eyes wandered down to every gap and scorching wound.
His bold cheekbones, his wild brows and beautiful sharp eyes that could make the sun itself melt away from so much obscenity. His structured frame, his height so unsettling that would freak prople out. But of course, this didn't change the fact that he was a complete douche-bag, asshole and to be nice, a headache with abnormally long legs. Hairy legs that now seemed like peach fuzz, legs that carried his very own put together body almost limping everywhere he needed to be.
Home, school, home and bed.
Over and over. Again and again.
Everyday. Every second. Every day.
School had become a living hell since Sal Fisher died, overdosing in the school bathrooms. Travis didn't care, or at least he could to pretend he didn't. After all, pretending was all he had during his whole life.
Of course he could blame the swollen eyes to his allergies, his sore throat and back pain because of a bad night sleep, but everynight was bad to him without Sal. Before he had took it for granted, that he would wake up to see him again and again every morning while walking to class, eating lunch and hating maths.
Things were still the same in the terms of walking to class and hating math but now he didn't even bother in eating school food that would always make him sick to the core.
After all, his victim, classmate, 'friend' and crush had just killed himself last week, and he had no idea how to deal with this grief that seemed to be tied around his stomach.
They were nothing. They wouldn't be anything. Someone like him could never like someone like Travis and he knew better than to expect something from him and his stupid loose eye that always seemed to be flying around when he talked. That thought quickly faded as cup fell abruptly down from the pantry and kissed the floor goodbye before shattering into a million tiny pieces.
Of course, this was the downfall of a hero.
“AÁAAAAAAAAWAUWHAAAAA. WHATTHEFUCK" He ran away as a sane person would do, because even if he looked like a rag doll, he still had his mind well present in every moment of the day. Maybe too present.
Travis didn't even need to come down to be affected by whoever or whatever was down there because it came flying right to his face the second he opened his door. Slap!
The blonde didn't react for a bit before kneeling from the pain and the bleeding nose he had earned, his crooked teeth biting into his shedding lips.
“Jesus fuck!” The swearing was out of line but totally necessary. After all, who gets hit by a hat out of nowhere? And how could a wool ragged beanie make his nose bleed? Almost if it had come along with a fist of some sort.
It was his. His mothers, to be exact. Kept hidden from the world and his father since the day she vanished away without a trace. Not even a whisper or a warning like she used to do when things got hard.
It wasn't until someone appeared in his vision line while his head was bowed. Feet with a messy nail trim and blue hair poking out of every toe, much more paler than the usual. Because he knew right away who that haunting presence was.
With crystal eyes, shaky voice and a pouring nose, he looked up. Hopeful.
“Sal?”