Images of the Past

"Mom is dead and there is nothing you can do!" Braydon yells breaking the silence. I stare at him with a cold hard glare standing up from my chair in the dining room. The room is so quiet you could hear a needle drop.

"Yeah well you wanna know something Braydon? You're now dead to me." I run out of the house going straight to the place that first comes to mind.

I run up the familiar stairs of the front porch pounding on the front door with tears running down my cheeks. The door flys open to a very annoyed Tyler. When he realized it was me his face completely changes once he sees the look on my face. I run into his arms in sobs. I push my face into his chest even though he's the person I hate most in this world but he's the first person that came to mind, and I don't really mind the fact that he was. He is the one thing that can make me forget. Make me feel alive even if it is with rage. I came here because he's the only thing that keeps me from thinking about the images of my past.