Five Destinies

Tyler

Tyler roamed the streets, his head held low and his hoodie up, not showing his tear ridden face. It hasn't even been a week since he jumped out of the plane, the plane where once him and his friends were laughing and joking around and now those are just memories that can never be made again. If he had known there was only one parachute, he would've gave it to someone who had a better future to look up to then Tyler did. Tyler didn't know where he was, all he knew he was in a pretty good sized town but that's it. His home was a ten hour flight, and with no money, his passport being left on the plane, and that he had no phone left him in this town alone. For the couple of days he's been here, he was able to stay at the worn down motel in exchange to working there and fixing up the place. Tyler walked to the motel, he never had a key incase somehow miraculously people showed up to this dump and he would have to give up his room to paying customers. He got to the motel, walking towards the reception office to collect his key. He went over and the lady simply puffed some smoke up and roughly said.
"Your room was taken."

"What?!" Tyler exclaimed angrily.

"Relax, rela-" The lady paused to cough. "Relax, we have plenty of other rooms. Although that is our nicest room you can have the next nicest."

"There isn't any nice about this place." Tyler grumbled quietly and the lady raised a brow but ignored his rude remark as she gave him his key. He started walking toward the room, it was right next to the one he had before he looked at it and glared, growling lowly. He then remembered, he left a photograph of him and his friends in the room. He had one that they all took together and kept in his pocket, but took it out and forgot it. He walked toward the door and knocked quietly, worried someone may be sleeping.
He waited: no answer.
He looked over toward the windows and saw there was a light on a faded flashes of the tv could be seen. He knocked again, louder this time.
He waited some more: no answer.
"Excuse me?" He asked as he knocked again.
He waited: no answer.
Right when he was about to leave he heard the unlocking of the door and it opened slowly, a boy peered out looking at him through his glasses.

"Yes?" The stranger asked quietly.

"I may have left something in this room when I left, mind if I try to find it really quick? If it doesn't cause you any trouble that is." Tyler said. He saw the boy turn his head to look behind him, after seeing him mouth some words he nodded his head slowly, opening the door more so Tyler could enter.
Tyler entered and looked around in search of the photograph, he spotted another boy near the same age as him, if not older. Tyler looked around some more, opening some drawers, and smiled happily when he found it, he picked it up and put in his pocket carefully.

"That was yours?" The boy in the corner asked, Tyler nodded in response. The guy nodded back in a sign of approval or something of the sort and Tyler walked to the door, the younger of the two strangers back away in a cowardly way as Tyler opened the door and left. He went toward his room and took out the key, unlocking it and heading in; the same paint smell filled the air liked the other one. Tyler walked over to the bed in the room, kicked off his shoes and pulling down his paints and taking off his hoodie before plopping down onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Tyler saw up quickly though and went toward his jeans, and pulling out the picture through the pocket and laying back down again. He looked at the picture as dreadful memories filled his head of when this photo was taken.

"Tyler! Heads up!" Tyler's friend shouted as he threw a snowball at Tyler, hitting him.

"Ow! You little fucker I'm going to get payback for that!"

Next memory:

"Tyler look at this snowman, I made it have a penis." Another friend of Tyler's said with a laugh.

"Dude your so immature!" Tyler replied as he laughed at the snowman, wheezing slightly.

"That's why we're friends!" Tyler's friend replied to him with a wide grin.

End of memories

Tyler didn't even know tears were streaming down his face, and before he knew it he was balling his eyes out.
"Brock,
Scotty,
Anthony..." Tyler choked out.

"I miss you idiots.."