Tyler felt the firm touch of a paramedics hand on his shoulder, and he tried to say 'don't touch me,' but everything came out in a jumble of mess. His voice grew panicky and he tried to remember what happened. Jay. Jay happened. He remebered how fast he went and realised everything had to slow down right now. Tyler screamed this over and over, that everything had to slow right down, and no one could calm him, not even when his mom arrived who knew that running circles into his back usually helped. Zack tried talking to him calmy as he was quite close to him, but Zack was in tears so wasnt much help
Tyler screamed for hours and hours until his throat bled.
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He woke up in his familiar bed and his galaxy curtains drawn shut. His mouth was sour with the metallic taste of blood and when he licked his lips he felt dry blood flake at the back of his throat. Just before he was planning to crawl downstairs for a drink, he noticed the glass of water on his bedside table, next to his space ship nightlight.
The cold water slid down his throat, soothing it and washing the dried blood away. A sense of peace washed over him for a second, until he remembered Jay and his stomach churned. The image of jays body being thrown against the the wall flickered in Tylers mind like a broken T.v. He dreamt about it everytime he fell asleep, and that he had, in a way, killed Jay. His mind exaggerated this and in his dreams made him out to be a murderer.
Everytime Tyler woke up he would shake his head violently and quickly, to try and get rid of the memory and the sadness. Sometimes it helped, sometimes it didn't.
It helped to shake away the pain.
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The Right Answer
FanfictionTyler's autism makes it hard for him to understand what to say and what the 'right answer' is. All that he loves is Music. that is, until he met Josh, the boy trapped in a girls body.
