I Need A Reason (boyxboy)

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Tyler's POV

Just one step. I'm on the edge, c'mon Ty just jump! No one cares, no one will care. I don't belong here. I never did. JUST JUMP TYLER! I can't take it anymore!!!!!!!!! "Someone save me!" Wait, no one's here! NO ONE CARES!! Who would? I mean, no one cares about a faggot. People like me don't belong. Not unless you're famous or closeted. Opens don't belong. Opens don't deserve to live according to them. Just do it. "Stop!" I turn and see a silhouette coming to me. Suddenly, my foot slipped on something and I'm falling down. "Tyler!" All I can see are the headlights I'm headed for. Everything's gone.

I awake with my loud heartbeat echoing my silent, dark bedroom. "Maybe it's a sign," I sigh. "Who am I kidding?" I scoff silently. I turn to my digital clock. 2:39. I lie back down and stare into the blackness of the room.

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I sit at the table, wolfing down a bowl of cereal. "'Sup queer," My brother, Jason, says, pushing ny head forward. I sit up and stare at him. "Got a problem?" He smirked. "Back off Jason," My mom said sternly. "It's not my fault you raised a faggot," He laughed. "I didn't raise him. He's learned that by himself," She agreed.

I couldn't stand hearing them agreeing I was a mistake. "Don't miss the bus," Jason smiled. I stood up and walked up to him. Jason, being three years older, should've left for college, but couldn't get in anywhere. He's at least a foot taller than me, and treats me like crap.

"Whatcha gonna do fag? Kiss me," He smirked. "You're such an ass Jason," I scoff. "Whatever." I walk away, grabbing my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. I heard a ripping sound and the clatter of all my supplies impacting the floor.

"Whoops. Better hurry, I think I hear the bus," Jason says, kicking my journals and binder everywhere. "Oops," Mom says, stepping on ny binder, breaking the middle ring. I look up at her. Her frown says 'sorry', but her eyes tell me its a lie.

I gather my things. Dashing out the door, I see the bus rolling slowly away. I run after it, dropping a journal, but not caring to go after it. "Need a ride?" Jason asks. His convertible driving next to the curb by my side. "Get lost," I grumble.

I walk, toward the school and away from my asshole brother. My high school was six blocks away, so it wasn't that far of a walk. The only downside was that Jason drove by me, calling me names and nearly running me over. "Do you mind?" I say under my breath. "I thought you wanted to die, Mr. Suicidal," He said cruelly.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I grunt. "Because then you'd live," He said. "Whatever. You're boring, see you after school," The devil said before driving away.

I arrive at the school, around eight thirty. I sneak around to the dumpster side. That's my safe haven. It's the only place I can be left alone. I sit, comforted by a small, dirty stay cat.

"Hey," I say. The cat purrs as I scratch its flea bitten fur. It used to be my cat, but Jason abused it, so I brought him here. Luke, was his name, I see him everyday, so he's not exactly alone. Not like me.

I sit with Luke behind the rusting dumpster until the bell rang. I waited and thought. Why do I wait? It's not like I have anyone to be around. I sighand lean against the wall. Someone help me, wait no. No one help me. I don't want help. I want a reason.