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*Tyler's POV*
I got the call 2 days ago and I haven't stopped crying since. The most important person in my life. Gone. The only person to save me from my dad. Gone. The person I cared about most. And she's dead. Because of someone's stupid choice to drink and drive. I don't even know who they are but I hope they die a tragic and painful death just like my mom did.
Now that she's gone, I'm completely lost. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to. Alone. Sure I guess I've got a few friends - but Jackie was my best friend. She's irreplaceable. I don't want to live without her. I'm not going to live without her. I can't. All this pain; it's unbearable. I can't do this. I've been forced by authorities to go live with my dad- who constantly emotionally and verbally abuses me. Faggot. Screw up. Waste of space. Mistake. Fat. Dumb. Worthless. The words play on repeat in my mind. Over and over again. Never stopping. And I can't take it anymore. I can't do this- living with him.
Monday morning. 6 a.m. He's forcing me to go to school. I can't. I won't. Thank god I have my own car. It's on its last leg and barely able to start itself, but it gets me where I need to be. Most of the time.
I roll off the torn-up, ratty, old couch I've been forced to sleep on in the basement. I don't bother to change clothes- since I know I won't be seeing anyone important. Running my fingers through my hair, I decide it's good enough. I drag myself up the creaky wooden stairs and see my dad passed out in the living room. He got drunk. Again. I don't grab anything to eat simply to avoid being yelled at for wasting the food when I get home. If I decide to come back. When I open the door, the crisp fall air slaps me in the face. I stumble into the piece-of-crap that is my car. I slump down and smash my forehead against the steering wheel. When I manage to pick my head up and look in the mirror, eyes still red and puffy crying, bags under my eyes, the messiest hair I've ever had in my life, what I see tears me to pieces. Once more, I break down. The physical pain in my chest stops me from breathing. I can't do this. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it. I turn the key in the ignition, and start to drive as far away from here as I can. The pouring rain can at least help drown out the voices inside my head.
4 hours and about 200 miles later, I don't know where I am- and my car is out of gas. At this point I couldn't care less. I don't care about anything. Nothing matters. I can barely see the coast through the pouring rain but I see enough to notice no one else is around. Perfect. I put the hood of my sweatshirt up and walk along the side of the lonely, one-way road to seemingly nowhere. After about 20 minutes I decide to go sit on the edge of a some large rocks overhanging the shoreline. And I sit with nothing but my thoughts. My emotions. Barely able to breathe. I want all this to end. I'm empty. There's nothing to live for. If I died- right here, right now, everything would stay the same. I'll quietly leave and no one will notice. I can't run from what's inside my head. So I'm running from life. At this point, I'm on the very edge of life and death- one more step and it's all over. Everything is better this way.
And that's when I turned around with my back facing death, closed my eyes, and fell. Everything went black.
*Troye's POV*
And here I'm sitting with a possibly dead boy beneath me. Sobbing on his chest, waiting for help to arrive. After what seems like a lifetime, I hear sirens. I scream some more. Knowing that it won't make them get here faster, but not knowing what else to do.
When they arrive, I can barely stand up. Let alone speak. The paramedic rushes over to Tyler- in the way I stumble backwards. Two more medics run after the first with a gurney. They put his motionless body in a neck brace and strap him to what is basically a death-board. As they carry him away I don't know what to do. I feel numb. All of this is a blur. And the only question I have right now is why?
