Tylers pov.
Jenna hadn't spoken to me in a week after that.
Now I don't blame her, I wouldn't want to talk to a freak like me.
I heard a faint knocking sound on the door of my bedroom door. I ripped my earbuds out and layed there for a moment. Another knock was heard and I sighed, walking to the door to unlock it.
There stood my dad. In the middle of the door stood my dad.
Now maybe you should take note that my dad is this disappointed in me that he barely speaks to me. If so , he shouts. "Tyler Robert Joseph what have I told you about locking your goddamn door." He said in a low, threatening tone.
If I'd explain why he wouldn't leave ne unbruised.
"I- I'm sorry, it's a habit. I'll try and remember next time." I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. "What have you been doing lately, you have turned down your goddamn basketball opportunity, you don't expect you can live here all your goddamn life right?!" There it is.
"I've been writing." I mutter.
"I've been writing, I've been writing. That's always your answer! You piece of shit! You turned down the best chance in the world!" I felt his cold hard fist press into my face. I winced, but did not want to touch the spot. I did not want to look weaker than I already was.
Tyler you know you're pathetic.
No. No not now. Go away.
Pathetic. You deserve it.
"Answer me goddamnit!" Another punch. Losing myself in my mind had caused me to miss something my dad asked and he was now raging. "Listen here you little shit" He started as he pinned me against the wall, holding me up by my throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. I could already feel the form of his hands making the purple bruises into my neck.
"You're going to behave, you're going to choose a normal career and not waste your life on something you'll completely fail in. You can't even play the guitar for Gods sake." "I play the ukulele." I croaked out. Bad, bad idea. He was furious. "Do you think I give a shit about that little idiot thing?! You really think that's going to get you somewhere Tyler? You really believe that? Well think twice you idiot. You're gonna end up in the streets if you go on like this!" His tone was low as ever.
The next moment I was on the floor and my ukulele was next to me, also on the ground. Smashed. My dad had smashed the thing I held most love for at this point. Hot tears kept streaming down my face.
Ahw little boy is sad because his little ukulele got smashed. How sad.
Shut up.
No Tyler of course I won't shut up. I am you remember? Without me you'd be nothing but a lonely, pathetic boy. I'm giving you common sense.
No you're giving me pain.
Oh Tyler, but that's the thing. I love seeing you like this. I love it when your energy is all drained from crying, I love to tell you how pathetic you are. How worthless and untalented. I live from it. I eat that energy and fill myself with it. And it's delicious. It makes me happy.
You're sick. Twisted.
I am you.
I hate you.
I am you
I hate you.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" My voice got louder each time I said it.
I am you.
And he was right.
He is me.
I hate me.
