Rain

Part III

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"You're not alone, we'll brave this storm." The music quietly played through Tyler's radio, he cocked his head back against the wall, all so careful to not go to hard or else he'd wake up his dad with a thud. He shot up when Saviour started playing. He looked down at the scars on his wrist.
"3 months clean."
"You can't do it Tyler." A voice rung through his mind as he quickly wrapped a flannel around him and buttoned it up. He went to turn off his radio but it wouldn't stop. He felt his blood begin to boil as he tried turning it off again. He couldn't unplug it, his arms were too weak currently. His eyebrows furrowed and his lip quivered in anger as he slammed his palm down on the radio, yet it did not stop.
He felt warm tears rush down his cheeks as he began slamming his palm against it. It shut off finally. He fell onto his bed, hearing his dad storming to his door. His dad burst in.

"Dadda! Please no!"

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