The night he dies, Sal gets to think
One shot about how Sal from Ghost!Au dies
He always knew it was his fate to die alone.
He tryed, he really did, God, he tryed harder than anybody else; he tryed every day to see something positive, to stay alive by will because there was some hope everything would be alright at the end Still, he met his end and everything was still dark, and painful
Was it weird he could recall perfectly the first time he gained consciousness? Maybe, it was weirded he could see some resemblance between the first time he own that body, and when he left it
There was no secret, because he had to be medicated and periodically tested psychologically, mainly, he couldn't keep the secret even if he tryed (and he tryed)
He remembers it well, still it was a bit blurry. He never knew if he was meant to be the host, or if he's really the whole person they all should have been, but he does remember he was full of life as a lightning bolt He opened his eyes for the first time to punch that man away, demanding being left alone. Sal was not born as strong as Zeke or as smart as Mikele, but he was emotional, that night the king backed up because it was unbearable how much Sal was crying and screaming to be alone
Sal was punished the next day, of course. But that night was his first night, he didn't know he wasn't allowed to speak up, he didn't know who he was yet, what was happening, if he could survive all that blood coming out of his tummy
It hurted, but he laid down on the closet's floor and felt a little better when the pond of warm liquid covered his back, it felt like floating
Maybe that's why Sal didn't tryed to run now, it was so much blood and he felt like he was gonna start floating, so he stop screaming, laid down on the grass and looked at the stars It was rather sad, he was 16 now, but the fact that the closet he was in all his childhood had a crack that allowed him to see the sky, was now why he felt so much nostalgia in dying
He was dying, he knew it He had been hurted more times than he could count, he had have bleed out in more than one occasion and he knew that feeling of weakness, of sudden cold going from his feet to his head, the dizziness that prevented him to have a clear look at those dots in the dark sky But unlike other opportunities, this time he was alone
He heard them leave, the guys who hurted him, running away as the house's lady - in which Sal ran trying to save himself - screamed and called the police Sal had some trouble deciding if he was not moving because he couldn't, or just because he was tired...maybe staying there, bleeding out, looking at the starry sky laid down on fresh grass was better than going back to his daily life, even if he knew his dad would be sad when Sal didn't show up to visit next sunday, even if the café he worked in would need to hire someone else, maybe somebody should go and turn off his nightlight, he left it that morning thinking he'd be back at nigh
He didn't know when exactly his heart felt the lack of blood inside his veins and gave up, he knew, though, nobody was around but the stars and the moon
The ambulance and the police came a bit after, the house's lady had run away from the scene and waited for the help on the side of the street When they run inside to see exactly what had happen, they body was already cold and the eyes were empty
It was more like shocking, seeing that much blood outside a body and making a pond around it, almost sinister Still, what made the police man to shake his head in pity was a bit after, when all the alarms turned on while they tried to look at something that tell them who that boy was, because he was just a boy, now dead in someone else's house
The body didn't carry any document, the body didn't have a name, and nobody on the missing list looked like him
"Poor boy" had said the police officer some hours after, it was midnight and the body needed to be removedb "Nobody deserves to die forgotten"
It was a shame, he thought. Of course he was not missing, he had just got out of his job when he was taken away, mere hours had pass. Maybe nobody would notice his absence until the next day, or maybe the next after the next, he had fame of missing school and work often Maybe next month, or next year Maybe somebody would notice his absence
Although, he was thrown off a little when he watched the police taking his body away, up in an ambulance going who-knows-where, and he stayed there He had been out of his body before, but this time it felt completely different. He was standing on the ground, he could feel the weight on his foot, he was still bleeding although the blood wouldn't fall
He was...breathing? He stopped a minute, still looking straight were the ambulance went. It made no sense, he was standing, awake, breathing and even if blood was still coming out of the wounds all over his chest, he was thinking, he was still there even if his body was not