Tyler PoV
It wasn't so much that I wanted to leave the house today, more like I needed to otherwise I would surely go insane. I hadn't left my bedroom for 4 days.
I decided to shower, although it wasn't like I was trying to impress anyone. Once I was finished getting ready and putting on the darkest clothes I could find, the voice inside my head told me
'You can live without food for one more day' as I stared at my empty refrigerator.
I left the house.
I knew where I would go as soon as I stepped outside. I headed towards my local record store. I didn't leave the house much these days so I hadn't been there in a few months but I used to visit it every day. It was my favourite place to be besides my own home.
I guess it's worth mentioning that music means everything to me. It's the only thing I care about, the only thing keeping me alive.
When I arrived at the record store a few minutes later, the bell rang as I opened the door and the familiar smell of the records came back to me. God I missed it here.
I must've looked kind of lost because out of nowhere, a voice asked me
'Hi, can I help you?'
YOU ARE READING
Sing You Pretty Sounds
FanfictionJosh was usually pretty optimistic. Tyler was usually pretty pessimistic. ((mentions of self harm, depression and suicide))
