Blasphemy

chapter one

Tyler stared out his window, watching the rain drizzle down slowly. He wondered what to do today, and fought with the thought of self harming again; it was Sunday, and Sunday's were the worst for that.

Before he could begin to argue with his mind, he heard the crunch of tyres on nextdoors driveway. The old ones has only moved last month - he New because he saw the for sale sign being nailed into the ground and the removal van speeding away at the end of every day.

Could new people be moving in already? He craned his neck left to see the driveway, as his window saw directly into nextdoors exact mirrored room.

His mind wasn't tricking him: a black car was parked on the drive. Obviously he didn't know what car, despite the painful lessons in which his dad tried desperately again and again to teach him all the types of car.

For a few minutes he watched, his neck hurting, but no one seemed to leave the car. He couldn't see any faces, just white knuckles gripping the steering wheel as if it was a life support.

Just as Tyler was going to give up and continue to fight his thoughts, someone slowly got out. 
A woman with bushy blonde shoulder length hair, a pale face and empty eyes heaved herself out of the car, as if it was immense effort. She then turned and leaned down To the back window and made the biggest effort to smile, her eyes tired and sad. Tyler thought she reminded him a bit of himself actually, exept tyler didn't bother to smile. It was just her expression.

Gently she swung open the back door, but no one got out. Light entered the car from the opened door, and tyler managed to make out a figure in the back seat.

A man had gotten out too and was hissing to the figure as if intimidating it, but Tyler wasn't Interested in the man. It was the figure that interested him.

Maybe it was his tired eyes? No, the figure was definitely shaking violently. The woman reached out to it, but it jumped and made the mum snatch back her hand in surprise.

After trying to make the person move, they gave up and went inside, hauling boxes. Tyler watched the figure for a while, but it wasn't budging and clearly wasnt going to.

He heard a slap from downstairs, and voices esculated to shouting. Another slap came, and more followed between the shouts. "Oh no," Tyler muttured, putting his hands over his ears. Who was he kidding? The voices and screams were in his head, that wasn't going to do anything. He sat rocking to and fro on his bed, but the creaks made it louder and worse.

A knock on the door nearly deafened him. "Tyler, you ok?" Asked his mum's familiar high strained voice. "Yeah, fine." He muttured, though he could barely hear her over his thoughts. The voices grew louder, shouting that he was a failure, a freak, a saddo. A tear dropped onto his bed. Tyler rubbed fiercely at the stain, sniffing,  but his hands were shaking hard.

"SUNDAY'S ARE MY SUICIDE DAYS" the voice screamed. Giving in, Tyler went to the bathroom and found the razor, sneaking downstairs to the kitchen sink.He knew what he had to do.

Sorry that was so depressing guys, but it makes a change from smut I guess :)