no reason left { prove me wrong }

i - n o r e a s o n l e f t

Tyler's eyes were focused on the white, empty wall in front of him. He felt like crying, he wanted the tears to come out, but nothing came. His wrists ached, craving something sharp. But he knew he couldn't stop if he did it, but somehow he still found himself in the bathroom a few moments later.

The blade was still red from yesterday. He couldn't even get himself to buy some new. Pathetic.

Just as he was about to cut through his already bruised wrists, his phone began buzzing from his pocket. "Mom", his phone screamed at him. He let out a sigh, and answered the phone.

"Tyler baby, are you okay? You haven't answered your phone the past few days.." Tyler sighed in disappointment of himself. He always disappointed his mom, and now she just worried about him. The guilt made his chest heavy.

"Yeah mom, it was just dead." Tyler assured her. Another lie. He couldn't tell her, even if he wanted to. He knew that she would be worried sick, and then his father would be mad. Mad at Tyler for worrying his mother. So his mom didn't know about what happened last week. She didn't know what Tyler attempted to do. Tyler could feel the anxiety crippling up his chest when the thought of trying again filled his toxic mind.

"Okay. Just remember to eat something, okay? Go buy some food for yourself, you need it." Tyler could hear the worry in her voice, and he nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him. He just agreed, and hung up.

His mom and dad would come home tomorrow, after being gone for the weekend. She had been very worried to leave him, but he just said it was fine. Lies, lies, lies. His father didn't really bother so say anything.

Tyler knew he had to leave the house, his mom would never stop worrying for him if she found out he didn't buy any food. He sighed loudly, and stood up.

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Target's bright white lights was overwhelming, and Tyler squinted his eyes so he wouldn't get blinded. He silently walked over to the frozen meals section and grabbed a few boxes, full aware that he wouldn't eat any of them.

As he looked up from the freezer with some of the boxes in his hands, his eyes met two warm, brown eyes. They shined brighter than any star he had ever seen. A beautiful face stared at him. Tyler froze. Never had he ever seen such a beautiful boy. He seemed like someone on Tyler's age.

After staring for way too long, he gave him a tiny smile and turned away from the boy. He hurried to the cashier, paid, and ran home.

The warm brown eyes stood crystal clear in his memory. He prayed that he would see them again, to let them consume him, even though he knew he didn't deserve it.

When he came home he just threw the boxes in the freezer, and went to his dark room. He checked the time on his phone,

7:13 PM.

He sighed. Still another 14 hours. He knew he couldn't sleep, he never could. Especially when the thought of starting at the new school tomorrow still filled his head.

He knew he wouldn't find any friends. He always pushed them away, he always fucked up. No wonder his own dad hated him. His stomach began to hurt, and Tyler let out a tiny squeak. Then he cursed at himself for being so weak. The fact that his father was violent against him wasn't an excuse to be weak. It was his own fault. If only he stopped being so pathetic he wouldn't even hurt him. He didn't even have a reason to be this depressed. His own head bullied him. It bullied him it bullied him it bullied him it bullied him. "Stop!" Tyler screamed, but the voices didn't listen.

He didn't even have a reason to live.

So yeah, that was shitty good job sofie ahah. But yeah hoped you liked it a little bit. Also i wrote this originally on Ao3 but I'll post it here and there i think? i just like, realized after writing it that i like wattpad better

stay safe frens |-/