if you look at him, he'll kill you!

2: late night ocean sessions

tw: homophobic slur, smoking

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tyler joseph couldn't sleep.

it wasn't like this was a new discovery. he probably only slept like forty minutes every night anyway.

obviously, a sixteen year old boy with a sleeping pattern like that definitely had some fucking issues but it's not like tyler's family cared enough to do anything about it.

seriously, he could probably leave this dumbass beach house right now and drown in the ocean and they probably wouldn't even put a headstone over his grave.

maybe a shitty wooden cross.

if there was any words on if, it'd probably just say "disappointment."

but, tyler didn't really care what his family thought. his siblings tried to be nice but tyler knew that they didn't want to end up being treated the same way he was by their parents.

so they isolated him.

even his three year old brother kept his distance.

how fucking flattering.

tyler joseph couldn't sleep. and so, like every night, tyler opened his second story window and slid down the side of the oddly slanted house, gracefully dropping to his feet on the concrete of his driveway.

in that driveway sat his father's unlocked jeep, and tyler prayed that in said jeep were a pack of his father's forgotten cigarettes.

he walked over to the ugly orange hued vehicle, pulling open the passenger's side door and reaching into the cup holder, removing a nice, full pack of marlboros.

fuck yeah.

he then carefully shut the door, knowing that if he was caught, not only sneaking out of the house but also breaking in(is it considered breaking in if you're father is stupid enough to leave it unlocked?) to his father's jeep and stealing his cigarettes.

but tyler really didn't care at this point.

his mother only cared about him when he was doing something wrong.

when he was failing algebra last year, it was all tyler, you're not stupid. please, for me, get your grades up. we love you and we want to see you succeed. but when he nearly aced his algebra final, only missing one question, it was tyler, i don't fucking care. go do the goddamn dishes before i kick your faggot ass out of my house.

and that's how it had been ever since they caught him kissing his best friend brendon urie when he was 13.

it wasn't like anything was to come out of the relationship. brendon is dating ryan ross and he only kissed tyler because tyler needed someone to kiss. he needed to prove to himself that he wasn't gay. he was gonna kiss brendon and then be utterly disgusted by the feeling of kissing another male.

but in all honesty, he just wanted to kiss him again.

tyler didn't have any feelings for his friend, he just really wanted to feel what he felt just a little longer. but they couldn't do that. so he leaned in for one more quick peck and, fuck. his dad opened the door.

now, three years later, hasn't had one single pleasant conversation with his parents. or any of his siblings for that matter. he talks to zack at school but not about anything important. it's mostly just about how zack "wishes he could do something to help" tyler but his he didn't want to upset their parents.

tyler knew that was basically just code for "i don't want to get my ass beat like you do."

and tyler was okay with that.

even if his siblings were distant, he didn't want to see anything bad happen to them.

so here he sat, at almost three am, smoking his fourth cigarette of the night and leaning against his favorite rock on this stupid beach.

it was a good escape.

and all tyler ever really needed was just that.

escape.

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published on june 20, 2019