Tyler is a depressed teen
Josh is a werewolf
Their story starts in the forest
*Warning Abuse, Depression, Suicide, Cutting*
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Tyler slipped back into consciousness. He winced in pain as he opened his eyes. His head was pounding and everything was spinning. He started hyperventilate when the memories flooded back. He pushed himself up but it was no use. His arms gave out and laid in the small pool of blood on the floor. He brought his knees to his chest and whimpered in discomfort of the pain.
After a few hours, Tyler pulled himself together and pushed himself up onto his feet. He was unstable at first and nearly feel over. He stabled himself against the wall before carefully making his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He limped slightly and wrinkled his face up in pain. He opened the door to his small room. The room consisted of a twin size bed, which took up most of the small room, a small desk and chair, a small shelf, and a closet on the other side of the room. (Picture below)
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He grabbed a new set of clothes that consisted of a black hoodie, ripped skinny jeans, a black shirt, and some black vans. He walked out of his room and into the small bathroom. He closed the door and locked it.
He looked at the dried blood that was smeared all over his hands and face. He took his hoodie and shirt off and quickly grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a towel. He cleaned up the wounds and covered them in bandages.
He took a second to look at the damage. His face was covered in scratches and bruises. The side of his head wasn't great looking but Tyler had covered that part up. His abdomen was covered in bruises and a few little scratches. He glanced at his arms and grabbed his razor.
He filled the sink with water before letting the cool blade run across his arm. He did a few cuts before letting his blood go down the drain. He cleaned off his cuts and pulled the fresh shirt and hoodie on. He took his bloodied skinny jeans off and pulled on the new ones. He slipped on his vans and walked out of the bathroom with his dirty clothes. He threw them into a bin and walked into his room. He closed the door and looked outside into the darkness.
He cocked his head when he heard something. It sounded like someone yelling but more animal like. 'A wolf's howl,' he guess in his thoughts.
