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Tyler POV
"Who are you?" I ask
"What do you mean I'm your mother!" My mom says
"Oh sorry I can't see."
"What were you thinking?"
"I don't know I just hated you guys yelling and I was tired of this. I was having a depressing life okay?" I say. "And no. I don't want to go home. I'm 18 school is over now."
"It's already May?" My dad asks
"Yes." I say "May 30th."
"WHAT!" My mom says. "I still thought it was August!"
"It's sad to know that your that depressed you can't remember 10 months!"  I say. "Just leave." My mother was crying. I didn't want to be so mean but sometimes the truth has to be like that. She and my dad walks away. "They DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER MY ONE BIRTHDAY OH MY GOD!" I yell.

The past.
"Hi mom! Hi dad! Do you know what today is?" I ask after school. I was surprised they didn't say happy birthday to me this morning.
"No." They say.
"You can stop the act!" I say
"It's not any holiday that I know of. What is today?" My mom asks
"Oh."
"What is it?"
"Nothing important."
"Well it has to be!"
"No. It's not."

Now.
They put drops in my eyes. "Why did they say I was a teen and need my parents when I'm 18?" I ask the doctor as shes putting drops in my eyes.
"I don't know." She says "Done! You should see in a few minutes." I had, had something in my eye that the people dropped in there when they were running away. They had shot me in my hand. Antonia and Josh were waiting.
"Let's take room 245 in the surgery room!" Yells a doctor. "We can fix his leg while were at it!" Oh no. I'm scared. Calm down your okay. Okay. Okay.

No YoUr NoT
Yes I am
YoU nEvEr WeRe
Your right but that never killed me
BuT iT aLmOsT dId. Do YoU sEe WhAtS oN yOuR sToMaCh
Shut up
YoUr LuCkY yOu HaVe To DeAl wItH mE wHiLe SuRgErY nOnE oF tHoSe OtHeR bOrInG iNnEr DeMoNs.
Bet their better than you.
YoU sHuT uP aNd LeT mE dO tHe TaLkInG
Alright I'm all of the inside of my ears
YoUr NoThI-

"Tyler." Says Antonia. "Surgery's over. They fixed your leg too."
"Great." I look at my hand and see stitches. Then I look at my leg and see scars.




Guys sorry that in the first chapter I said he was 16. He was 17. Oh and when they ran away school was almost over. Sorry IM NOT GOOD AT THIS

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