bring-bring-bring
Great lunchtime. Another blood rushing, headache, and annoying hour of the day.
The pains in my mouth were growing stronger and my body ached.
My stomach growled, starving for food.
Walking down the halls of the rowdy school were almost impossible with the amount of teenagers.
I looked down the hall, trying to look over people to catch site of Tyler.
I finally grazed my eyes over a tall blonde boy with emerald eyes. Tyler.
"Hey!" I shouted attempting to get his attention.
"Tyler!!!" He saw me getting trampled by people pushing there way to the cafeteria.
He pushed through, reaching for my arm and pulled me through the crowd like a human bulldozer.
He let go, leaving red marks from a tight grip.
"Hey, Sorry about the tight grip. Man these people go insane for food." He said chuckling and showing off his pearly white teeth.
"Yea." I said stumbling down the stairs.
We walked into the cafeteria, grabbing our food and sitting down at our normal place.
I tried to eat.. but everything tastes like dust or ashes. My stomach ached and grumbled but there was nothing I knew of to please it.
How did he.. Why would he blame me fo-
My thoughts were erupted by a faint question
"you okay? you seem off today." Tyler asked obviously noticing my mood.
Well isn't that the million dollar question... Am I?
"I'm fine, just a lot of family crap." I said attempting to smile.
Tyler gave me a weird look. His eyes full of sympathy and anger.
"Come on, Follow me." He said, walking out into the parking lot, he held his head up high.
The wind blew cold and it was like a thousand tiny little knives cutting into your skin. The trees whips and bends in the cold weather, causing the leaves to fall carelessly to the ground.
I love weather like this. It may seem strange but I love looking out of windows or being outside observing everything, I like how the cold stings a little when the wind flows past.
"What's up?! First you miss a week a school, second you don't talk to me and you haven't been yourself. You walk with your head down. You talk as if you are in pain. Tell me. You're all kept up." Tyler said worried.
We ended up in Tyler's black Chevy truck. I sat there motionless and cold, unable to speak. Trying to grasp any thoughts that I could.
I looked out of the window watching the trees dance in the wind and the leaves swinging to the ground; The images of what had happened flooded my head. "My mom is dead. "My mom.. The blood.. She was cold..
I shoved the thoughts out of my head, looking outside and focusing on the tree sway.
"What? how?!" Tyler asked stunned.
"My dad.... my dad killed my mom and me." I said looking Tyler in his eyes.
"oh, but your not dead. Your breathing. You're-"
I cut him off.
"I'm not dead physically.."
"So, what do you mean by that..?"
"I mean i'm not myself. I can't eat anything without it tasting like ash. I ache everywhere. Everytime a person walks by me.. I get.. I want..."
"Want what?"
"Never mind, it doesn't matter." I said jerking my head back.
"Ye-" Tyler tried yelling.
I cut him off, getting out of the truck and walking away. My eyes stung like they were flames in a fire.
Don't look back..
I don't want to hurt him.. I don't want to drag him into hell with me.. I can't.. I don't even understand this hell myself
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