Tyler's P.O.V
Me, Alex and Mitch were sitting on Mitch's sofa when my stomach involuntarily growled. "Oh my gosh Tyler! I never got you any food!" Mitch exclaimed. "I'm not hungry. Honestly Mitch. Don't worry." I reassured him. "I know you're hungry Tyler. Don't lie. Neither of us think your fat." Alex stated. I looked down. "That's a lie. I am fat and you both know it." I felt tears brimming at my eyes. Alex left the room and came back with a granola bar. "Eat." She said, pushing the bar towards me over the table. I slowly unwrapped the bar and bit into it, the sweet oatiness filled my mouth. I slowly chewed and swallowed. I finished the bar, feeling sick immediately afterwards. I got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up everythinh I had just eaten. "Oh Tyler." Mitch sighed, standing in the door. I slowly flipped my self over and sat against the cold tiles of the wall. Where am I gonna stay? The thought suddenly came to my head. "Where am I gonna stay?" I asked. "Here of course!" Mitch exclaimed. "You only have one guest bedroom and I'm presuming that belongs to Alex now." I said, walking back towards the main room. Alex was passed out on the couch, writhing about and whimpering, more tears dripping onto her red cheeks. I walked over to her and softly shook her shoulders. She flinched and her eyes snapped open. She looked at me and burst into tears. "Alex, you were having a nightmare. None of that was real. Your in Mitch's house with me, Tyler." I reassured her. She pulled me into a hug. I tried not to flinch when she brushed my arms. "Where's my backpack?!" I asked, panicked. "Here." Mitch answered, walking in with it in his hand. "Do you like to read?" I asked Alex, to which she nodded her head frantically. "Here." I said, handing her Capetowns she gasped. "I've heard SO MUCH about this book!" She exclaimed. F&*k them. You've got me as you're best friend. I stopped smiling and remembered what Mitch used to say whenever I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "Can I use the bathroom beside your room?" I asked Alex. She nodded. "I might be a while." I clarified, grabbing my backpack. I stepped into the bathroom, quickly unzipping my bag. You worthless little faggot. Die in hell. I don't want to do this! I tried to scream but it was like my body had gone into autopilot. I pulled out the small box containing my self-harming needs. A lighter, blade, gauze and a few other medical items. If you cut it would be to obvious. Burn yourself. The voice instructed. I couldn't make myself stop. I could only watch as I flicked on the lighter and held it to my lower arm. It created a trail of redness and pain in its wake. I heard some banging on the door and Alex yelling "I HEARD THAT LIGHTER! STOP TYLER! PUT IT DOWN! #CUTCAKENOTWRISTS" She screamed, quoting self harm awareness month at the end. From my slumped position I managed to unlock the door and Alex rushed in and to my side. "Tyler why ?!" She asked. "I c-couldn't make myself syopped but I tried and it and I-" I tried to explain but she cut me off by placing a hand on my shoulder and telling me to "Calm down because I was giving myself a panic attack."
So, a lot has happened and this isn't the origional author typing from here on in. Wingsofagamer or angel has sadly passed away. My name is Rachel and im 12, brittish and the new author on this account. Picture of me is photo at start of chapter.
