![]() Things in Sal’s world are dark, not just for him, but for seemingly everyone in the Addison Apartment building. Yeah, if you were still holding out hope for lighthearted humor, you can go ahead and squash that now. This includes telling the doctor about his dreams of waking up in the hospital and finding his mother’s dead body. This part of the story is book-ended by flashes to the present where Sal is discussing his troubled past with his therapist, Dr. Sally Face and his new friend Larry investigate a murder committed in apartment 403. Sal meets Lisa, the janitor, and becomes good friends with her son, Larry. He and his father Henry move into a new apartment looking for a fresh start following the death of Sal’s mother. After an undisclosed traumatic incident Sal wears a slightly disturbing face prosthetic. I peered at it in disgust.Introducing our blue-haired pig-tailed protagonist, 15 year old Sal Fisher. My hand throbbed in pain but I managed to keep my tears under control. I held in my whimpers and carefully slid my hand out of it's teeth. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I stuck my hand out to it, but it's jaws clasped on my palm. "I see you doggy!" The dog gradually stuck it's head out, bearing it's teeth at me. I stopped to smile, and turned towards the bushes. I shrugged off my strange feeling and proceeded to make my way through the trees. A leaf scraped around my feet and rushed to the trees. I breathed in fully, the smell of fresh, warm Maple drowning my senses. But as I was near the trees I stopped, and stared at the one area that was different from the rest. It was one of the most happiest seconds of my life. I remember the wind being so powerful that I thought I was going to fly away. "Okay, I'll be waiting over there by the trees!"Īnd just like that, I got what I wanted. "But mommy I want to pet the doggy! Can't you hear them, mom? Please?" Little me, whom was very perky as a child, had my hair tangled in fluffy blue knots. The wind teaching the grass how to sway, clouds pinkish covered the sky like a blanket. "Mommy, mommy! I want to pet the doggy!" The field was so pretty. We could still hear it, but now it was faint. Sal stopped jamming out and turned down the rock song. "You said that you'd explain something about-" He looked at me in curiosity and I pointed at the animal hat. "Dance with me!" He lend out a hand to me and I froze. "Oh." Sal swayed and danced funnily around the living room, moon walking and grinding along. " What song is this?" I yelled over the music. ![]() I screamed and stumbled backwards on to the couch, Sally head banging to the screeching song. Without warning a song came on full blast in blaring volume. Sal cackled and placed the mp3 on the speaker. (that's how it felt, at least) He clasps his mask back on and tilts his head waiting for a reaction. It creeped down my spine and filled my chest with butterflies. Really really hot, and Im a big perv, if you haven't noticed. I tensed up then, because his voice was hot. Sal creeped up to my ear and slightly pulled his masked up to where his voice was no longer muffled, his voice clear. ".So? We've had a stressful day and I'm sure half of the residents are doing stuff anyway." "Well what are we going to listen to?" I asked. Why don't we listen to sommmmmmmmeeeeee music!" He stuck out his blue mp3 and waved it around happily. A woman I could only call out to be Sally's mother. A lot of pictures also had a woman in them. But that wasn't the only thing I was focusing on. Unfortunately, if one had him in it he either had his mask, or cut his unmasked face out himself, which only wanted me to see his face more. On my way around his couch I eyed tons of framed pictures. I strutted my way to his living room so he wouldn't see my obvious finger fumbling. ![]() I took off my boots and placed my animal hat on one of the coat hangers, while Sal placed some toaster strudels in the toaster. Sally blinked around the hall and proceeded to bring me in his apartment. NOTE: I'll let you know when you can skip the lemon once it starts.
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