Book of One Shots

MunchingBrotato: Numb

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

"TYLER YOU ARE DOING NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE!" My father screeched as I looked down sheepishly. He was right after all, I'm spending my time making videos when I could be going to college to get an actual job.

"I-I know..." Was all I could stutter out. He glanced me up and down and I had to avoid his glare. I squinted my eyes as I turned my head away. Finally he spoke, and at the end of his harsh words a hand collided with my face.

"Get out of my sight."

Don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Not turning back, I stormed off to my room, and slammed the door. "AT LEAST I HAVE A JOB!" I yelled, my voice threatening to crack. I slumped against the wall and waited for a voice to call back to me, telling me I'm useless. Nothing.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

Why did I always screw everything up? Every time I try to do something, it turns out like this. Every time I take a breath, there's always one person to tell me to stop. If it weren't for YouTube I probably would've by now.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

I'm becoming this, all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

"I don't want to be just like you..." I sighed. The next thing I knew, glass was shattered, the contents of my room scattered around me. I clenched my fists as I huffed, soon feeling a sharp pain in the palm of my left hand. Not knowing why, I opened my fist to see a nice shard, about the size of my thumb, wedged neatly in the heal of my palm, crimson beginning to drip down my arm.

Can't you see that you're smothering me,

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?

Wincing, I gripped the shard, careful not to cut my other hand, quickly pulling it out and throwing it across the room. It broke into even more pieces and I pressed down on the deep cut on my hand.

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you.

I knew that I would probably need to go to the hospital now, or at least tend to my wound. That meant leaving my room and possibly facing my father again. I cursed under my breath and side stepped the glass. Tucking my wounded hand under my other arm, I made my way out of my room and ran to the bathroom down the hall. Then I locked the door and slumped against it. My hand was really starting to sting.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you.

The water felt icy on my hand as I rinsed my cut. A sigh of relief slipped my lips as the pain was washed away with the now scarlet water. I reached for the cabinet with my good hand, but heard a knock on the door. "Tyler? Are you in there?" my sisters light voice rang through the walls.

"Y-yeah!" I stuttered slightly, but shook it off. "I'll be out in a second!"

And every second I waste is more than I can take.

The cabinet clicked open and I quickly grabbed the gauze tape, messily wrapping it around my injured hand. "Tyler~" she dragged out. "I have to pee!" I rolled my eyes and giggled to myself at the six year old.