Scrapped Story Ideas

↪Half-Smile Tyler

The boy looked out as the rain came down creating small sword-like slits on the window. He placed his cheek on the cold glass and watched the rain with vacant eyes. He sat there staring, without any noticeable emotion on his face for a moment before turning back to face a bare wall. The room was rather cramped due to its small size. Within the room was a single bed, and a chest of draws accompanied by a bedside lamp. Everything was enclosed within four plain walls. The solitary boy hugged his knees and stared out the window once again with a stern expression as the rain slashed down. The boy wore a dark blue turtleneck jacket and a pair of black jeans; his messy chestnut hair stuck in every direction and his skin was pale, almost white, in shade. His darkened purple eyes didn't show any signs of immediate emotion. The boy had many challenges to face when he was younger and was a victim to discriminate bullying for the short time he attended school because he was different to everyone else. He had a split personality disorder and with his strange eye colour as well, he received a deal of unwanted attention and was taunted for his differences. He was later home schooled because of the problem by his brother as neither of his parents cared enough to worry about him. His parents had a tendency of taking their anger out on the boy but his brother was always there to protect and shield him from the danger. His brother was the only one who ever truly cared about him. Tyler Reynolds was the boy's name. He crossed his arms and lent his chin against them as his mind began to wander. The only thing Tyler could think about in this moment was his brother and the unfortunate accident that had befallen him. Unconsciously, he replayed everything up to the point where his memory drew a blank. Tyler had been the lucky one when his brother wasn't so fortunate. He remembered his brother throwing him off the motor bike while in a panic to save his little brother as the small vehicle collided with an oncoming car. Tyler remembered blacking out for a moment and when he opened his eyes he saw his brother's body, his arm trapped under the force of the car tire, his torso and legs were mangled and pierced with shards of metal, his forehead pouring with blood. That was the last thing he had seen of his older brother. Tyler, who use to be quite emotional in the past, wasn't even able to show any kind of sadness towards experiencing the events of that fateful day over and over within his mind. Just then he a heard a knock at his bedroom door before the handle started to rotate. The oak door opened slowly. Tyler's mother walked in. She was in her mid-forties, her long brown hair trailed down to, just below, her shoulders. She wore a light blue v neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Her crystal orbs seemed like the eyes of someone who was kind and forgiving but her expression displayed the complete opposite. It was hateful and dark. The room went silent for a moment as the woman stared down at her son.

"It's your fault, Carl shouldn't have died that day but he did and he's not coming back." His mother's hateful eyes matched her words perfectly.

"..." Tyler felt the same in a way; he didn't want his brother to die back then either.

"So you can't even answer. Well I never really cared for either of you but at least your brother was less problematic than you. He was the only one cared about you anyway. He really was a fool after all, wasn't he?" His mother grinned maliciously and her tone seemed to haunt him.

Tyler didn't answer; he could only grit his teeth and turn his head away. His mother gazed at her son for a moment before leaving the room with an irritated tone in her sigh. The door slammed and Tyler was once again left alone in the darkness of the small confinement he called his room. He began to stare out of the window again. The rain had stopped.

Tyler stared down at his untouched food. Across the table from him was his father, a broad man with dark maroon hair and little facial hair, to his right was his mother and to the left was an empty seat, the very spot his brother use to occupy. Tyler avoided any eye contact with either of his parents and sat in silence as his parents happily had their conversations as if he wasn't even there. After dinner was over Tyler stumbled up the stairs back to his room. He flopped on his bed before falling to sleep.