(tw)
the day started like any other.
tyler woke up, rubbed his tired eyes, and tried to fight off the ever present darkness.
after the hurricanes hit his small town, he lost everything. his house, his family, his life. his wife died in the chaos. that was five years ago.
now he was broken. living in a broken down shed, surviving off of cigarettes and whatever food he could steal that day. his fingers were slender, and most of all cold. Tyler's face was pale, cheekbones defined, grey under eyes always seen. he hadn't cried in almost a year. he was numb.
as a part of all the grief, his old friend often came to visit. blurryface. his demon used to be an unwelcome invite. but as of recently, the devil was his only friend left. today, he never left tylers side.
"this is it tyler. today." blurryface smiled, red eyes glaring.
'you said that the last four times. I'm still here." tyler replied, pulling a black coat over his arms, wincing as the fabric ran over the raised memories and fresh reminders.
"no not that. we're going on a little trip love. you'll be reaching your final destination. pack your things." blurryface muttered as the boy threw on his combat boots.
Tyler didn't protest. he didn't care what happened to him. looking around the depressing space, he saw only his mattress on the ground, a bucket catching the water from the leak in the roof, a pack of cigarettes, and a pen.
grabbing the pen and the cigarettes, he shoved the items into the pocket of his matted coat. he followed his vice into the old car out front, climbing into the backseat. Tyler stared out the window, glancing occasionally into the mirror to see blurryface's red eyes, and black neck.
during the drive, Tyler felt a strange heat and soon realized the back of the car had ignited in flames.
"where are you taking me?" the boy shouted over the roar of the flames.
"you're going to visit my friends in the trench. you'll see. you'll be in your final resting place."
the fire rose up, coming closer to Tyler. when it was is arms length, he didn't worry. he knew the fire wouldn't hurt him. but what was coming would.
reaching into his pocket, Tyler pulled out his truest friend, the stick of chemicals he'd grown so accustomed to. lighting the stick with the flames by his shoulder, and bringing it to his cracked lips.
resting his head against the window, he looked out at the bleak plains and took a drag, closing his eyes and letting his tears finally fall.
