The Run and GØ [JOSHLER]

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"You know what, Zack?" I started, "I am more than sick and tired of the shit you're throwing at me, and I want it to stop." I saw him flinch, this was not the reaction my family knew. His ignorant ass asked me to take three dosis of my pills, hoping I'd 'grow up'.

"And that doesn't only count for you," I pointed my finger angrily at him, and then turned to my parents who were in the kitchen. They looked just as shocked as my brother. "But also for the both of you," I sneered, my blood boiling with anger. "and you," I glared at my younger brother and sister, "every single damn thing on this world!"

I headed for the stairs, screaming, "And do not, come up to my room!" before leaving. I slammed the door to my room shut loudly - because how else would you put out your anger, - and sat down on my bed.

They're right. All of them.

"Blurry, no.." I whispered. They're right. You're mental, Tyler. "Not now, Blurry."

They don't care about you.

'Please don't let this be an attack', I chanted over and over in my head. I did not appreciate Blurry chiming in every moment he likes. I lay down and pressed my pillow over my head. "Not now, Blurry!" I yelled again, my voice muffled by the fabric of my matress.

"He's doing it again!" I heard my brother's voice call out to my parents. I quickly got up from under my pillow and screamed at him, "Fuck off, Zack!" I lay back down on my back and put my hands firmly on my stomach.

You need to run, Tyler.

"But run where, Blurry?" I asked, almost laughing at the statement. Running, how crazy would that be?

Anywhere. Away from this place. Away from the place you go mental. You'll be safer away from here.

A smile crept onto my face, and not a smile that'd show that I just gotten over insane, but just a friendly smile.

"Thank you, Blurry."

I got up from my bed after 1 second and 12 milliseconds, and started grabbing everything I gave a shit about. Phone, ukulele, the bag where I could carry my ukulele in, and... Then my fingers found some old polaroid pictures that were on my desk. My fingers traced the paper, bringing back some memories. Should I take them? I wanted to forget...right?

Not thinking twice anymore, I grabbed them and shoved them into my ukulele bag, looking around. "What else do I need...?" I asked myself quietly. I tapped my foot on the floor and bit my lip. This was literally everything I cared about. Including my piano, but, how do you transport a piano by foot when you don't even know where the fuck you're going?

I nodded to myself, statisfied with my plan and opened my window. The cool wind of fresh evening met my skin and to be honest, I didn't feel scared anymore. I crawled through the window and swinged my legs a little. The beautiful horizon...

"Tyler?" I heard my mother call from just behind my door. I sighed. "Bye, mom." I whispered all too quietly, before I jumped down and left the place I called home.

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Clasping my ukulele close, I was sat against the wall of a park like some sort of hobo. A fancy hobo though - I had a goddamn ukulele. Midnight came, and I regretted awfully listening to Blurry. I regretted not taking a hoodie with me. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and with shaking hands I unlocked it, looking at what the temprature was.

40 degrees fahrenheit/4 degrees Celcius.

Fuck. It was cold, and here I was with my short sleeves. God, I'm dumb.