After a car ride that lasted an hour and a half we arrived at his house. It was a small run down cottage that was covered in plants, how could anyone live like this? Then I remembered what he did and thought that if he wasn't in jail, he should be living here in isolation. Mum had just gotten out of the car when the man who at the time of the 'incident' had no regrets, ran towards her and hugged her. I then slowly got it of the car and walked towards him and put a fake smile on my face and asked how the past three years have been? At first the expression on his face was nice and calm but once he saw me his face turned into an evil smirk.
"Oh my past three years have been great! I've even managed to avoid certain people...until now" he replied
"Anyways" he says turning to my mother.
"How have you been? I've seen that your son is still here, I'm sure you're so excited by that"
I could see my mothers skin change to a sickly grey colour, she doesn't know about the 'incident' and I've been wanting it to be kept that way. She also doesn't know I've been going to therapy for three years, she still thinks I'm going to hang out with friends.
"Well yes of course he is still here, why wouldn't he be?" She expresses in a worried tone.
"Oh I'm sure it's nothing" says the man just tossing away the statement.
Time skip
We are now inside the house sitting on some stools at a small wooden table. Mum and the man who I for some reason only just learnt that name of even though I've known him for five years, Ira, are talking and I'm just left here drowning in my own thoughts. Out of the corner I see the boy again. I turn around and see his face, it looks as if he's been crying but it doesn't look like he was crying tears, rather he was crying a liquid that I would describe as a galaxy. I excused my self from the table and went into an empty room, the boy followed me and stood less then a foot in front of me. I could see that he was in pain but decided not to speak as I knew he would disappear before answering the question I still wanted the answer for "who are you, why are you here?". He could clearly see what I was doing and replied the answer to my question although it still left me confused.
His answer was "Doubt"
I could see he was about to start crying again but before I could help him he disappeared. Again.
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Taxi Cab
FanfictionA supposedly normal kid, trying to get over his best friend's death. Although, he is not doing it alone. Somewhat based on the song 'Taxi Cab' By TwentyOnePilots Warning! Mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts.
