youre priceless | joshler

skin

the slamming of doors and skin on skin contact always frightened him the most. the man tyler no longer knew hurt his mother in such a way it hurt both of them, even when he only, literally hurt one.
he heard a door slam one last time, then silence.
tyler was sitting on the edge of his bed, hands trembling. he was late to school, of course. he'd missed two periods. he stood up from his spot on the bed threw his sharpie covered, red bag over his shoulder.
he swung a long, thin leg out his window, then the other. there was no way he was going to leave his room and walk into the on going war in the other room that reflected itself in his head.
jumping down from the makeshift exit, he made his way from the horrible, brown building. even though school was hell, he was glad to not be in the hell hole that's supposed to be home.
on the sidewalk, he half heartedly thought of some long lyrics to maybe make into whole song at some point.
"we're broken people," he hums as he fingers piano notes in the air. the street was empty and he whistled tunes he made for songs he and written like the run and go, a song he wrote to his mother, telling her that she might know about his problems and want to help, but she will just have to watch him suffer from afar.
he finally reached the prison like building, looking in the court yard, he saw a storm normal teenagers, talking.
he turned around and walked into town, avoiding the school and the dangers there. even though it's supposed to be a safe environment, the other students were demons. all the kids who reminded him so much the man who lived in his home.
as he made his way into town, he thought of tall buildings.