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wash away your fears

Tyler's POV

Cold air blew from the vent above my TV as I struggled for comfort and warmth in my bed. These last few days have been full of struggles, from the questions each doctor asks me, to the quiet of this dark gray room.

I hate the silence.

The only noise I tend to hear is the sound of people passing in the hall asking where to find sick loved ones.

I can't handle this room much longer. The silence makes the voice much louder.

Standing, I begin to walk towards the window, the cold tile floor sending chills up my spine.

Approaching the window I notice how plentiful the rain had been, "I need to get out of here."

As I begin to walk out the door way, I get a glimpse of my dad sitting in the waiting room about two doors down, reading a book. I don't know if he's waiting for something from the doctor, waiting for me to get up, or if he's just here to be with me. The last two are nice to think about, but it's probably the first.

When I noticed my father closing his novel to gather papers and such from the doctor before walking towards my room, I quickly sprinted back to my bed. They can't know I'm up and observing.

Mr. Way walks in, quickly followed by my dad.

Acting as if I was asleep as a tactic to avoid any more questions, Mr. Way begins to converse with my father in a low hushed tone, "Its best for him to take one at every meal, lower or increase the dosage depending on the effects you see."

I could only assume he was putting me on antidepressants most likely Zoloft again.
I heard the the foot steps of the doctor exit into the hall, and my father gently shakes my shoulder as to "wake" me.

"Wake up Tyler you're going home, get your stuff and meet me in the car."

I was shocked this happened much sooner then expected, yet who am I to complain? Gathering what few items I had, I begin to walk out to the parking lot. My father pulls the car up to the front lobby of the hospital. I attempt to ask him why I was released so soon but he ignored me putting the droning car radio over my voice.

I look out the window and see soft little gray clouds moving along the sky. I have always had mixed feelings about rain. On one hand it makes things dark, gray, and cold, but on another it makes things clear and fresh, the beautiful smell, the rainbows full of bright colors. I would always take rainy days to sit back in my room and write songs or practice my ukulele.
But storms on the other hand terrify me, no specific reason just the loud thunder and hits of lighting that I would see every now and then as a kid. I remember I would hide under my blanket and put my headphones on to try and hide from the storms. Just a fear I never out grew I guess.

We approached my home crawling at an almost snail like pace before coming to a stop in our drive way.

Our house wasn't much to look at on the outside. Just plain tan walls with a few spots of chipping paint here and there.

My father finally, after speaking not a word the entire ride, slams the front door behind him upon entering our home, "Leave."

" Wh-what?" I question in a confused manner as I trail him into our dull living room.

"Get your things and leave."

"Dad, I don't understand why do you want me to-" However, I was cut off when my father turned to me raising his voice to a fierce roar.

"Your mothers friend Nancy was working her shift at the hospital, she told your mother and me everything! How the hell Tyler, I swore to the lord I will NOT raise a faggot!"

His words shook me, how did anyone find out? I thought we were alone. I was frozen in place as he began to speak again, this time in a low firm voice, trying desperately to look like the better person in this situation.

"Get your shit and get out. I will never raise a fag and I never want to see you set foot in this house again."

He walked off determined to have the last word. I stood frozen in my tracks a little longer as I slowly began to let the warm salty tears roll down my face. Running up the stairs to my room as soon as I possibly could, I start to toss a few of my items in a old suit case stuffed in my closet from last years vacation. I noticed a old photo of me and my brothers on my nightstand, and I can't help but miss them.

I have no time to think about other things so stuffing it under some clothes I pack up my ukulele, shoes, phone charger, and a couple other odds and ends.

Angrily swiping away a few stray tears from my cheeks, I bolt down the stairs with my things and run out the door.

I have no idea where to go or what to do, so I pulled out my phone in hopes Josh could pick me up. Surprisingly enough Mel was not the first savior to come to mind.

The phone only buzzes twice before I hear his voice come through,"hey, ty."

Speaking amidst a sob,"hey, josh."

"What's going on tyler? Is everything okay?" He sounds quite alarmed.

As I begin to cry harder I spit out my words like poison, "My dad kicked me out... he came to the hospital this morning to pick me up and take me home, he told me....he doesn't raise fags."

"What the hell is wrong with him!?" He gasps in shock.

Begging, I plead, "Josh can you please pick me up?"

Let's just go and see the world ,

And just show them

What if really means

To live life golden

((devil eyes-hippie sabotage))

A/n
Yo my homeskillets, sorry about the wait, school work has taken over my life recently but I figured I'd make a longer chapter to pay for my sins thanks for being so patient guys,hope you liked the chapter.

Don't forget to comment.

As always stay alive frens |-/
~lizzy/bill kin.

Hi everyone!
My name is Elizabeth. A.k.a Billkin

I have been continuing this story with the original writer. I was wondering how you guys have been liking it so far.

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Thanks for reading, <3 |-/