I Need A Reason (boyxboy)

~11~

Tyler's POV

The next day, I woke up sore and in so much pain. I was glad it was a weekend, no second hell for me today. I hear loud bangs on my door. "Open up faggot!" Jason shouts. I recoil under my blankets. I feel something hit my foot. I reach forward and grab it, to find its an old pocket knife. What choice did I have?

Once again, I slid the knife across my wrist, biting my lip to keep from yelping. My wrist started to bleed again, and I tried to wipe it away, but it just smeared on my fingers and my wrist. I wiped my fingers on my bed, so it didn't look so bad on my hand.

"I said open up!" He repeated, banging louder. I grabbed a sweatshirt and put it on. I opened my window, and as much as my sides hurt, climbed onto the roof. I panted and I laid back on the top. How would I get down? What would I do up here? I didn't want to think of these things, I just wanted to escape.

Escape. The word sounds so good. But it almost sounded foreign. I ache as I slip down to the porch top, praying Jason wouldn't see me. "Tyler!" He shouted when I stepped on the grass. I shot to attention like a deer in headlights. "Where are you going?" He asked. "N-Nowhere," I stammered.

"C'mere," He said. I shook my head no. "C'mere!" He repeated, louder. I gulped. Jason stepped towards me. I pulled my sleeves to cover my hands. I bet that just made me look smaller. He started running to me, and I ran away.

I panted in every step, running back to the woods. I knew Jason wouldn't follow me, he hated the woods, but I wasn't taking any chances. I kept running and running, until I couldn't see my house anymore. As I walked, I saw some people hanging around.

I gulped. What if they were like Jason? I readjusted my sleeves to cover my hands again, and one sleeve had a bloodstain. I felt tears in my eyes, but there was no going back. I just kept walking. As I neared the people, I heard that they had weird voices. Accents, but one sounded familiar. I couldn't remember his name though.

"I-I'll be back dad," He said. "But J-" His dad stopped talking, the boy had already started walking away. He kicked sticks around and covered his face, leaning against a tree. I had to leave. He goes to my school, and if he sees me, he'll hurt me.

I start to walk off, but I hear him step my way. He must've heard me or something. "Hey, s-someone there?" He asks. I gulp. "I-I won't hurt you," He claimed. I wanted to say something, but he'd never listen, just hit me. Against everything I was thinking, I stepped out and saw him. And, he saw me.

"Hey. Tyler, right?" He said. I nodded. His appearance was so depressing. His eyes were red and raw underneath. His hair was messy. "I'm Joey, re-remember me?" He asked. Joey. Now I remember, he had tried to save me from Will and his gang.

So, I was the one who didn't listen. He looked so familiar, but yet so different. "You okay?" He asked, stepping towards me. "F-Fine," I lie. He darts his eyes to my sleeve. I quickly put it behind my back. "Tyler, is everything okay?" He asked, reached for my hand.

"I said it was fine!" I say louder. "Tyler. Its obviously not. Let me- "No! I-I'm fine, and what happens to me i-is none of your business," I said. "Just let me help you," He said. "No, I don't need your help," I start to storm off, but he grabs my arm. "Joey!" I yell. He faces the ground. "Can you at least tell me why you're doing this?" He asks.

"I-I don't have a reason not to do it."