Ryder Meyers is like a porcelain doll. Lifeless, and made of glass that could shatter with a snap of a finger. Sitting on the shelf, collecting dust, and waiting for someone to pick him up, and show him admiration, to brighten up his world of black...
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"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it" -Albus Dumbledore
R Y D E R
Punching the bag with one fist after another, not feeling my knuckles screaming at me to stop. The pain wasn't my biggest worry, so I felt fine - scratch that - I felt amazing. Being able to just punch a bag non-stop not feeling the hurt in the knuckles.
I could do this all day.
My thoughts were racing, they were going so fast, I didn't here Robin yell my name.
"Ryder."
Punch.
"Ryder, stop your getting blood everywhere."
Punch.
"Ryder! Stop it!"
Punch.
After the last punch, I heard the sound of sand collapsing to the ground, I stopped punching and looked at the bag.
"Fuck," I growled and ran a hand through my brown hair. I had punched a hole in the back of the bag.
I only had this punching bag for twelve years, and it's breaking now when I need it most?
"Ryder, what the fuck?" He exclaimed, his hard glare burning in the side of my face. I looked over at him, my chest rising and falling at a heavy rate. When the older man saw the expression on my face, he understood what happened before I got here.
"It's your dad again, isn't it?" He inquired.
I turned away from him, "That's none of your fucking business Robin," I snapped.
I saw him roll his eyes in the corner of my own, "It is my business when my best friend is involved."
I did t answer, instead I walked towards my gym bag with my lips formed a thin line. I unwrapped my knuckles and saw that the blood went through the tape. I let out a huff and threw the tape in the garbage.
I let out an annoyed grunt, that was my last boxing tape too. I searched through my bag for my hoodie, and when I found it, I pulled it over my head. I then grabbed my bag and started walking out.
Before I could make it to the front door I heard Robin cal out to me, I turned to look at one of the closest people I know.
"You know you can always crash at my place right?" He informed me, the grip on my gym bag tightened.
"Yeah, I know." I grumbled before I stomped out of the empty gym.
When I made it outside, I saw dark clouds making their way towards the small town. I frowned and threw my bag in the holder of my motorcycle. I swung my leg over the vehicle and I started it up and drove off, with Robin's offer engraved in my mind.
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{here is a new story. Hope you like it, it'll get better soon, just keep reading and you'll enjoy it.}
{also, the chapter will normally be this short. Between 500 to 900 words.}
{Noah Centineo as Ryder} {edited}
"Oh boy don't cry I'm sorry, but I I always get this way sometimes." -1975 in Frail State of Mind
