Don't Let Me Be Gone~A Tythan Story

I don't want to be alive!

*Tyler's POV*

Shit, shit, shit! I fucking hate life at this point. I-I can't believe I hit him! I hit my Ethan and I can't. I just can't.

I pulled up to a motel, and just start sobbing.

"I want to fucking die. I don't deserve anyone especially Ethan. I'm a fucking mistake. I hit him!"

I fucking hit him.

*Ethan's POV*

I suddenly wake up to snoring coming from a chair next to me. I slowly open my eyes from the brightness of the sun peeking in from the windows.

"M-Mark?" I whispered as my voice cracked.

I look at him from head to toe. By the time I looked back up I notice him starting to wake up.

"Mark?"

"Hey Ethan, are you okay?"

"I'm fi-" ad I tried to sit up i cried out in pain.

"Shit!"

Then I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

Flashback:
I was unpacking the boxes in the kitchen. As I looked down, I grabbed a plate and I accidently dropped it.

"Shit."

Shit shit shit. Tyler's going to be so mad. He's been acting so mean lately and I don't know if I can take it.

"What the fuck was that?"

Fuck. He's coming. I quickly try to pick up the broken pieces from the plate up, but as I pick it up I accidently cut some of my skin in the process.

"God fucking damnit."

As I go to throw the plate away, I looked up to see Tyler.

"Can you do anything right anymore? I have enough shit to deal with."

I wanted to just ignore him, so I did just that.

"Hey! Don't you walk away from me."

"I-im sorry."

"No you aren't. Otherwise you wouldn't do this shit!"

Next thing I know, i got pushed from my backside into the counter top, so my bare ribs rammed right into it.

"Fuck!"

As I winced and fell to the ground, I looked up and I saw Tyler slam the door behind him and drive off.

Flashback is over.

I lifted up my shirt, to see that I had 3 bruises surrounding my stomach. Two on the right side and one on the other.

"Holy shit Ethan?! Tyler did that shit? I'm going to fucking kill him."

"No, no please don't! He doesn't deserve it. I don't want him to be more mad at me. It's okay. I'm fune."

"Ethan, this isn't okay. Whatever is going on with Tyler. No matter how bad it is, it's not enough for him to hurt you."

"Just please don't do anything." As tears roll down my face.

"Okay Ethan. Okay.."

As Mark went into the kitchen I headed to the bathroom.

I locked the door as I start stripping down my clothes.

I leaned over the sink and just stared into the mirror.

I looked into my eyes.

Empty.

I have dark circles that were created over weeks of no sleep.

I look down at my arms and started undressing the gauze that's wrapped around my wounds.

"F-fuck. They're so bad."

I started shaking and silently crying.

"Why have I done this to myself?"

*Authors Note*
Hey guys 😂. I know it's been a long time. Like a LOOOOONG time. I was actually at the hospital for 3 months and a mental institution for 4 months. And I'm a little better. I haven't forgotten about this story. So I'm sorry this is so short, I'm trying to get back into the gyst of things. Haha but yeah goodnight.