Noose // Joshler

I'm not as fine as I seem

His shoes slapped against the wet pavement. The cool drizzle of water sent shivers down his spine. He slowed his steps as he neared his house. His breathing picked up and his hands started to shake. He blinked back his tears and walked up the driveway. He lifted his shaking hand and placed it on the cold, wet door handle. He tightened his grip and slowly turned the handle. He quietly crept into the house, the door creaking slightly. He clenched his teeth when he heard, "Tyler," yelled but mostly slurred out by his drunken dad. He quickly closed the front door and said a meek "Yes," to his father's yell. The drunk man stumbled into the room where Tyler stood, holding a glass beer bottle. Tyler looked at the ground and gripped his backpack's straps to try to stop his hands from shaking. 

"Your the problemm in this fuckin worldd," His dad slurred out before smashing the glass bottle against Tyler's head. 

Tyler collapsed to the ground, going in and out of conciseness. He lifted his hand and touched the side of his head, hissing at the pain. He felt a blow to his stomach. He gasped for air, while choking up some blood in the process. He felt his dad pick him up by his neck, therefore making him gasp and gag for air even harder. His eyes started to roll into the back of his head as he felt his conciseness growing thin. He was thrown into the wall before everything went black.