Tyler was a simple teenager. He made some bad decisions, which led to the girl he loved hating him. But, after a horrible secret about Bryce Walker gets out, it causes a horrible chain of events that would end up ruining Tyler's life.
Tyler began to unlock his locker, the beginning of his day pretty normal, when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Mr. Down, can I see you in my office please?" Mr. Porter asked. Tyler sighed, closing his locker. "Yeah. Just a minute." He replied. He always wondered why Mr. Porter said "can I see you?". It wasn't like he had a choice to say "no". He walked into Porter's office, sitting down. "So, what am I here for this time?" He asked, as he had been being called to the office more often then usual. "Well Mr. Down, we have gotten many, uhm, requests to not allow you to photograph girls' sports anymore." He explained to him. Tyler stared at him, his eyebrows narrowing. "Of course. Of course. And why exactly have they been making these, "requests"?" He asked, annoyed. "Well, there have been some reports that you make the girls, uncomfortable." Porter explained. Tyler rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Okay. Whatever. Is that all you wanted to say?" He asked, ready to get out of there. "Well, yes. But, is there anything you'd like to say? You've seemed off lately." He asked, crossing his arms. Tyler shook his head, getting up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Nope. Nothing I wanna say." He said before turning around and leaving. As he walked out the office, he accidentally bumped into someone. As he fell back, he looked up to see non other than Bryce Walker. "Yo, watch where you're going bro." He said angrily, shoving past Tyler, still on the ground. Tyler just sighed, getting back up and walking to class. Everyone at that school hated him. He was the nerdy yearbook guy who everyone hated. And he had ruined his chances with the only girl who talked to him. No other girls would talk to him, since they all thought he was "creepy".
~Time Skip To the end of the Day~
Tyler walked down to the yearbook room, going into the red room to process the day's photos. As he dipped his last photo, he heard the door open. He looked over to see Clay Jensen walk in, looking weirdly calm. "The red light is on." He muttered as he hung the last photo up. "You're pretty good at this. You take a lot of photos?" Clay asked, staring at the photos. "Uhm, yeah? Why are you in here? It's yearbook only." He told him sternly. "Oh, you're really gonna try and get me for trespassing? You're the wrong guy for that." He responded, his tone more angry. Tyler stared at him, his eyebrows narrowing. "Hannah told you, didn't she." He asked. "Yeah. She did. I am her boyfriend after all." He said, crossing his arms. Tyler sighed, leaning on his hands on the table. "So, what do you want? You gonna tell the police?" He asked, staring down. Clay shook his head. "Nah. I should, but I won't. I just wanted you to know that I know how much of a creep you are." He spat before turning around and leaving. Tyler stared at him as he left, slamming his fist onto the table. "Shit. shit. shit." He cursed under his breath. He looked back down at the table, tearing up slightly. He suddenly heard the door open again, thinking it would be Clay again. "What do you want this time Clay? Just to threaten me some more about it?" He barked out, still looking down. "Clay? Uhm, yeah, no. I ain't no Clay." Tyler looked up to see Alex Standall standing by the door, looking confused. "Oh." Tyler said, wiping his eyes. "Hey Alex." He walked over to him, looking at the photos. "Wow. Is that me?" Alex asked, pointing at one of the photos. Tyler nodded, taking it down. "Yeah. I just thought you looked photogenic in the moment. Sorry." He said, laying the photo on the table. "Oh, it's fine dude. I don't mind." He told him, picking the photo back up. "I really like it." Tyler smiled, sniffling. Alex was the only person at Liberty who didn't absolutely hate him. "So, what was Jensen threatening you for?" He asked him. Tyler stared in silence. "I.. it doesn't matter. Don't worry about it." He responded, starting to pack up his bag. Alex watched in silence as Tyler grabbed his stuff to leave. "Okay. I just don't want you getting in trouble." He told him. Tyler nodded, smiling. "Don't worry. Everything's fine." He said before walking out the room. As he walked down the hall, he kept looking around, thinking someone would confront him about Hannah. But nobody did. He walked out the school, zoning out as he walked down the street.
"Freak!" "Weirdo!" "Creep!"
Tyler shook away the thoughts, looking up to see he was already home. He walked inside, knowing nobody was home. He walked into his bedroom, throwing his things on the ground before flopping onto his bed. He pulled out his phone, checking to see if anyone had texted them.
*No new messages*
Tyler sighed. He turned his phone off and sat it on his table, turning over and drifting off to sleep.
Tyler woke up in a hospital, looking around to see the room empty. "Hello??" He called out. No answer. "Hello!?" He called again. No answer. Tyler got up, walking over to the door. He looked out to just see woods. Miles and miles of woods. Confused and scared, he turned around to walk back in the room, to see it gone. He was surrounded now by only woods. He began to panic. "HELP!" He screamed, backing up further into the woods. "SOMEONE! PLEASE!" He continued, falling over. Once he fell, he realized he was now in his bed in his normal clothes. He began to feel relief before he heard voices. "We're here to see Tyler Down. We have a warrant for his arrest." He jumped up, running over to his door to lock it. He turned around to see Hannah standing there, glaring at him. "I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He said, tears going down his face. Hannah shook her head. "Sorry, but that isn't enough. I need more than that." He opened his mouth to say something before he felt a jabbing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see a knife buried deep into his flesh. He gasped for air as Hannah continuesly stabbed him. Over. And over again.
Tyler shot up, tears in his eyes and panting. His hands immediately went to his stomach, feeling for the stab wounds. He sighed, his breathing slowing down. 'Thank goodness.' He thought to himself. He looked out his window to see it was dark. "Dammit." He muttered. He knew his sleep schedule would be messed up now. He grabbed his phone to see new messages from several numbers. He opened the first.
Clay: *image*
Clay: "Trick or Treat."
Tyler began to panic, checking all the other messages.
Jessica: *image*
Jessica: "Bro wtf?"
Bryce: *image*
Bryce: "Dude 💀"
Tyler felt tears start to flow down his face. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He yelled, throwing his phone across the room. He got up, starting to kick his door. "Fuck fuck fuck!" As he kicked the door, he suddenly heard knocking. "Honey? Are you okay?" Mrs. Down asked from the other side. "No mom! I'm not! Go away!" He cried, locking the door. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked, sounding worried. "None of your business! Go away!" He screamed, his voice breaking. He heard her let out an "oh my" before he heard her walk away. He ran over to his window, looking out to see if anyone was there. Nobody. Silence.
"Fucking Clay Jensen."
