Entertain My Faith

I'm Fine

Upstairs his parents sat at the table talking, but silenced the second they heard Tyler. His mother just broke down and began to cry. Her husband grabbed her hand and looked down at the ground.

"Chris, what are we going to do? He's hurting. He won't tell us what's wrong. Am I a bad mother?"

"Kelly dear, he's only working on his music. He's a teenager. His hormones are a mess and he's just having mood swings. You're a great mother and a great wife. I love you and he'll be okay."

"I love you too," She gave him a quick peck.

"maybe we should bring him in to see someone-"

"I don't think that's necessary. Let's give this some time."

They joined their other kids in the living room.

Tyler was listening over what he had recorded.

This is awful

I expected this one to turn out

Whatever

He had enough of his head for the day. He went to retrieve his uniform from the dryer for practice the next morning. As much as he hated it, he had to go back upstairs to grab his water bottle out of the cabinet. He ran as fast as he could, but as he turned around from the kitchen, his mother awaited him.

Now what?

"Are you alright?! Have you been crying? I heard you yelling downsta-"

"Mom. I'm fine. Just working on my music."

"Ty you know I'm always here for-"

"I know. Goodnight. Love you."

He made his rounds and hugged each sibling and both parents before making his way back down to the basement.

He threw the bottle in his duffle bag and tossed it by the foot of the stairs for practice in the morning. He turned off the light and reached for his phone in his back pocket to use as a light source so he could find his way back to the couch. Instead of plugging it in, he checked his messages. One. Matt was wanting confirmation on practice being at 9:00. Matt seemed to ask every weekend, even though practice had never not been at nine. Tyler texted back, "Yeah as always". He sighed as he set his alarm for 8:15, as he did every Friday night. He pulled the white bedsheet over himself, and adjusted. He locked eyes with the ceiling. Tyler was wide awake; however, he did not want to deal with reality or his thoughts anymore for the night. He tried closing his eyes, but everytime he did a hurricane of thoughts would fog his brain.

What if you mess up tomorrow and get made fun of?

Matt's probably mad I didn't answer sooner

I bet they're talking about me upstairs

Maybe I should go write some more

After twenty minutes his head seemed to cease their anxious thoughts, and he was asleep.