Transgender Tyler - CREEPYPASTA Short Story/ Xander-Quinton

Transgender Tyler

*This will be a short story as it is a creepypasta, which I am hoping to submit someday*

Tyler was itching for a cigarette. 

His withdrawal symptoms had taken the best of him and he was sitting outside in the school lunch area. His back against the wall and his legs outstretched. His hands began to shake and he started to dig his fingers into the cloth of his ripped black jeans. His head rolled backward and made a soft thump against the brown bricks. 

He moved his palms up and down his big, girly thighs and his binder dug into his lower abdomen. Tyler's neck began to twitch and it jerked to one side, causing a sharp pain to penetrate his neck and torso. He gasped and cursed himself for leaving his 10 pack at home.

As it was lesson time currently, it was very quiet and could only hear the mumbles of the class with the open window on the 4th story. The eyes of the anxious teen flicked open and closed as he felt light-headed and faint. The class on the 4th story grew louder and Tyler covered his ears with his palms until he realized he had his earphones in the pocket of his hoodie.

He was all on his own. How he liked it. He put his earphones in and shuffled around in his pocket for his MP3 player. He started to listen to some calming songs and he exhaled loudly. His heartbeat raced but his breathing was slow. The teen contemplated going home and having a smoke, rather than waiting for school to be over, but it was noisy at home and his mother would ask why he was home so early. Not that she actually cared, she just always searched for an excuse to yell at him and call him names. She didn't even care he smoked, as long as he didn't use her money to get them. So he always stole Bailey's. His sisters. 

He rummaged through his black and red rucksack and found his vape. It would do, for now, he thought; but it never eliminated the urge for tobacco and overpowering nicotine rushes. Sure, he knew that at 15 he shouldn't be smoking; or doing any of the other illegal stuff he always did, but right at this very moment, he really couldn't care less. He pressed the little square button on his vape and put his mouth around the cylinder mouthpiece. He breathed in the juice vapour and he sighed in slight comfort. 

His rainbow coloured fringe highlights stood out from the rest of his black hair and his dark green eyes, rimmed with golden rings, glowed. The colour of his eyes was bought out by his extremely pale skin, his pale, grey lips and his ebony hair. His cheekbones sunk in and his jawline was very sharp. Mainly because the cigarettes suppressed his hunger, and he never really found time to eat that much.

All he really did was smoke, get piercings, break into private properties and watch gay porn. He had no one really to talk to, considering he'd only been at this school two days, but he was sure he'd find some fit, skinny emo boy to fuck and mess around with. There was also something else he frequently did, but he didn't want to think about that. At the moment, the only other person that really stood out to him the most was this skinny girl with thin brown hair. She always sat alone listening to music and she wore really heavy gothy makeup. She seemed like a potential friend, but as you have probably figured, he is 100% gay.

"New guy." Tyler heard someone call over his music. He ripped his earphones out and turned off his mp3, shoving his vape and his music devices in his pocket. He stood up to face the teen. Tyler was really tall, but the other teen was just a few inches taller.

"Hi." Tyler answered, hoping to seem like an 'alright' guy, as secretly, he cared a lot about what people thought of him. He flipped his fringe out of his eyes and suddenly got another neck tick, which jerked his head to the side again. "Oh shit." He mumbled as he looked back up at the guy and held his neck.

"What, have we got some delinquent retard that joined the school? You know, if you're missing some chromosomes, why not lose a few more?" The guy spat and pushed Tyler down to the cold, hard concrete. 

The guy had the name 'Jordan' on the front of his red sports jersey and was soon accompanied by 2 girls. One looked Thai, she was medium height and she had long dark brown hair with light brown highlights. She wore black leggings and a white top. And a black and white Addidas tracksuit jacket and matching shoes. The other was blonde and wore the same outfit as the Thai girl, although instead of a white top, it was dark pink and she had her hair in a messy bun.

The Thai girl wrapped her arms around Jordan and whispered something in his ear. He smirked and began kicking Tyler in the ribs and stomach. The blonde girl just stood and 'enjoyed the show' as Tyler was getting hit and defeated on the ground. He mustn't have heard the bell ring for lunch because soon a ring of people was forming around him and the bullies. A few had phones out, filming Jordan now straddling him and punching his slim and bony face. As Jordan punched and threw Tyler's face to the side, Tyler spat out a mouthful of blood and his eyes flickered up. He locked eyes with a medium height Hispanic guy with short brown thick emo hair. The Hispanic's eyes filled with fear and empathy as he held his hands up to his face, his mouth forming a very large 'o'.

In the space of a second, Tyler shot the boy a desperate glance, before his head was forced the other way. Jordan began punching his chest and Tyler closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face. About 5 seconds later, he looked back up at Jordan, and for a second, he stopped punching him. Tyler was too shocked to try and scramble to his feet, so he just lay there. Jordan's face turned from shocked to a large, evil grin. Jordan began laughing and his eyes widened. 

"Holy fuck..." He laughed and grinned even more. His hands Immediately plunged to Tyler's chest area and Jordan started squeezing Tyler's chest. 

"It's a girl!" Jordan laughed manically and he ruffed up Tyler's hair. He got up off of Tyler and Tyler instantly turned and ran to the boy's toilets. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his razor blade, which he treasured, and pulled up his sleeves. He sunk into the corner of the room and cut many deep wounds into his arm. The red stood out against his otherwise white arms and he cried into his hoodie. This is the thing that he frequently did, but didn't want to ever think about...

The door burst open and the Hispanic guy from earlier stood in the doorway, shocked. He ran in and the door slammed behind him. His eyes widened and so did Tyler's. He thought he was going to finish the job that Jordan started, but instead, he wrapped his arms around Tyler and cradled him. Tyler cried into the teen's white, long sleeved, baggy shirt and the guy held him tightly.

"Hey... Shh shh, calm down, it'll be okay... It'll be okay..."