(Tyler's POV)
I woke up on my bed, a cold ice pack on my forehead. I fell down the stairs? I got up and locked my door and went to lay back on my bed. I missed, hitting the floor I laid there feeling the cold floor on my body.
I noticed I didn't have my hoodie on. Did my dad take it off? Did he look? Was he disappointed? I sighed closing my eyes.
I loud noise of bangs on my door hurt my ears. "STOP!" I yelled groaning in pain as I held my ears. "STOP TRYING TO GET IN... Please" I removed my hands as the banging stopped. My hands were bloody.
"What the-" I said looking at them. "Hi Tyler" I heard I turned my head an saw me, red eyes.
"How are you?" I asked "you aren't real get out of my head!" I got up and back away. I got off the bed and came into my face. "I am real I am you, here I am you see me." I said to me. "I AM REAL!" The voice ringed in my ears.
I ran to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. The banging wouldn't stop, it was so loud, it over took my ears. I grabbed a razor from the back of the sink hiding the others.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed as I cut my wrist the banging wouldn't stop it just wouldn't stop.
"STOP!!" I cut deeper and more and more both arms. than I all just stopped.
I dropped my razor, bleeding too much I cried bring my knee's to my face. The door opened from a key and my parents came in.
"Tyler baby" my mom said, my dad took my arms. "It's going to be okay" she said with a smile and a small tear. It just made me cry more that they had to see me like this.
He wouldn't leave, but he left?
It wasn't real
I was yelling at my parents
My parents where banging on the door...
It was me Tyler. All me you are just too worthless to see it.
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Brøken - Joyler, Psych
Romance"I'm Josh, Josh Lassiter" the boy said "T-Tyler Spencer" we gave each other a weird look. "Shawn Spencer's Son?" He asked "Carlton Lassiter's Son?" I asked him He laughed
