All I Ever Wanted//Tyler's Story

The plan

he·mo·phil·i·a
ˌhēməˈfilēə/

noun

a medical condition in which the ability of the blood to clot is severely reduced, causing the sufferer to bleed severely from even a slight injury. The condition is typically caused by a hereditary lack of a coagulation factor, most often factor VIII.
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"Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but?"

Tyler glared at the Bible, he couldn't swear with his right hand, as it is usually done. That one was in a purple cast. They had to settle for his left one. It's not like it mattered. He wasn't religious. He hadn't taken to his father's way of living. You could do any horrible, sinful thing and it would matter as long as you asked to be forgiveness. That wasn't how Tyler worked, he had already done it, there was no saving him.

"I swear" He said slowly, eyes unwilling meeting the blonde he tried to kill. He shook. It wasn't fair for her to be looking at her like that. It was the same look she gave him while choking. The look took him back to that awful night. He slowly told his story.
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Her first mistake, drinking the strange, nasty tasting drink. Her second? Drinking more when she started coughing. Soon she was gasping for air as the drink poisoned her. Her breath quickened. Her hand flew to her throat. The boy who had given her the antifreeze infused drink, just smiled. Kicking his legs as he watched her choke and gag.

"Antifreeze," he said simply, as he watches the life fade from the girl. He made his way to her, putting his hand over her mouth, feeling for breath. He was disappointed when he felt it. He thought, maybe he could make her bleed to death, but he decided against it. All his life revolved around his blood, his parents made it sound like people had this awesome superpower where if the got cut it would instantly scab up. He just didn't have that superpower. So he figured the girl the would heal super fast, and the blood would make a mess. He tapped on his cheek thinking, he wasn't strong enough to suffocate her. Even if he did have some leverage. Years of sitting in front of the tv, watching Spongebob had left him weak.

He wasn't even doing it for the enjoyment, or anything like that. Why he is doing might seem ridiculous to others, but he just wanted his parents back together. Tyler decided that the best thing to do was get rid of the thing that was keeping them apart, that was the girls his dad brought home. His first victim was this girl laying on the floor slowly dying.

He wasn't exactly sure when his dad walks into the kitchen, but he knew when he saw him. That it was all he needed to know. His father stood, hands at his side.

"What did you do?"

Tyler opened his mouth to explain, he then closed it again. He wouldn't be able to explain away this one. No matter what, his daddy loved him. He was stuck, maybe his dad would help him out? After all, he's been through, his dad made him go through. He left his mom and him stranded. He still remembered, his mom screaming. Telling him how awful he was. How he had made their beautiful baby boy sick with his sins.

Those thoughts were violently disturbed when his father snatched him up. The grown man ignore the loud popping sound when he pulled Tyler from the ground. He asks over and over again what his son did, even though he already knew the answer.

"What did you fucking do?"

"Daddy my arm!" Tyler screamed, loudly. Legs kicking uselessly. There was a burning sensation spreading through his arm.

"And what happened to your arm?" The prosecuter asked, ripping Tyler out of is story.

Tyler raise his eyebrows slowly and showed the cast. Wasn't it obvious? Honestly.

"It's broke?" It came out as question, the prosecutor nodded slowly.

"Mr.Jacobson"

"Yes?"

"You're bleeding."

Hey peoples, let me know what you think of Tyler and his story. More to be posted.

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