Sal with his little sister?
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sal with a little sister
You walked slowly, kicking rubble and pieces of trash out of your path. Your hand tightly clutched your brotherâs colder hand, your other swinging idly at your side. Sal said he had someone he wanted you to meet. A girl, a lonely girl, who lived on the 5th floor. Bewildered as to why anyone would want to even step foot up there, you agreed and tagged along with him.
You had just exited the elevator and were now making your way to a room. Your nose wrinkled as the smell of mildew, mold, and sewage hit you. The floor was caved in in some spots, other areas unrepairable with stains from Lord knows what. The walls were filled with holes and bare wires, which made Sal tug you closer to him in order for you to avoid touching anything dangerous. The bare bulbs hung down the hall, casting flickering and long shadows.
The floorboards groaned under every footfall the two of you made, threatening to collapse if there was a misstep. Subconsciously, you inched even closer to your brother. You felt the hair on your arms and neck rise on end as he stopped you in front of a door with the number sign barely hanging on. It didnât feel right. You swallowed, blinking up at your older brother while he looked back at you.
âYou donât have to do this if you donât want to,â he spoke quietly.
You shook your head, your own pigtails flinging along, âI wanna spend time with you. Itâs no far that the other kids seem to know you better than I do. We just moved here! Youâre my brother!â
Sal laughed at your childish huffing. He knew it was true though; youâd grown apart ever since you all moved to Nockfell. He squeezed your hand gently, his other hand reaching out to swing open the door. Sal was actually touched by how willing you were just to spend time with him. He was just the lame brother.
You shuddered at the gust of warm wind that brushed past you upon the opening of the door, the room stale and dim. Sal led you in the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you continued to adjust to the lighting, or lack thereof. Grabbing your hand again, he began to tug you to another door, a strong stench emitting from the room it kept closed off. You resisted a little with a gag, Sal stopping to look back at you. You held up a finger, signalling you needed a moment to continue to which he hummed and put a hand on your shoulder.
âYou reallyââ
âSal, I am doing this,â you shot out, âI wanna hunt ghosts, too. Dadâs boring.â
His gut twisted. Dad was always in his room drinking the rest of his life away. He partially angry, but felt mostly guilt. Ever since the accident, Henry was on a downward spiral trajectory. He stopped caring about everything. This, in turn, affected you. His baby sister. People would often ask if you two are twins (before they get a glimpse of his prosthetic, that is), as you had adamantly demanded to match his hair style of cyan blue pigtails. He was filled with pride every time you told people you wanted to be just like him,
You tugged at his sleeve, motioning towards the door again. He gave you a soft grin under his prosthetic and took your hand, beginning the few steps to the bathroom. It was a few seconds as he opened the door and ushered you in. Soon, you stood in the silent and dirty bathroom. Your stomach churned as the stench returned 10 fold. Turning to your brother, you didnât bother hiding your disgusted face. Sal laughed, turning on the Super Gearboy he had been carrying with him.
You watched him fiddle with it for a few minutes before kicking a small clearing the dirt and sitting down. You looked around, the walls and floors covered in grime that would take years to power wash away. On the towel rack hung a golden cross necklace. Compared to the rest of the room, it looked brand new. The low light glinted beautifully off the seemingly polished metal. Unable to help yourself, you crawled to it, taking it in your hands and running your fingers over the intricate carvings in the sides.
Sal called your name, âHey, donât touch ââ
His Gearboy started flashing green light, a horrendous noise coming from it. It wasnât a scream, but just as loud and frightening. You dropped the necklace with a startled scream. The noise grew louder, echoing back snd forth off the bathroom walls. Sal slid on his knees to you, wrapping his arms around you as he comforted you.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, listening to your fear induced sobs, âI shouldâve warned you.â
A moment passed before he snickered, âIâve never heard you scream like that.â
You hit his chest, pushing away from him to retort only to freeze.
A girl, maybe a few years younger than you, stood before you. She looked confused, but excited nonetheless. She was pale⊠See-through? Sal stood, offering you a hand that you accepted. She began looking between the two of you in awe, âTwo Sallyâs?â
You puffed out your chest as you declared your name, Sal tugging one of your pigtails, âSheâs my little sister.â
You yanked his hair back, harder, âOnly by like⊠5 years!â
âIâm Megan!â The ghostly girl chirped.
As you began to converse with the spirit, Sal felt a swell of adoration in his chest. Heâd have to take you with him more often.















