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Tyler decided he didn't want to live like this anymore. Daily cutting sessions, depression, and moody conversations with his family aren't going to fix anything. He decided he is going to run away.
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Tyler's P.O.V.
I don't want to make My family unhappy because I don't feel good about myself. I'll just write them a note. Not a letter. A note. It will be enough. I can't put all my feelings into words, so I think it's better to keep it short.
'I feel unhappy, but as I can see, so do you. Goodbye, and don't bother looking for me. This isn't a long-term thing. I just need to clear my mind.' That sounds about right. Zac was downstairs playing Mario Kart or something, so he didn't see or hear me when I shut the door behind me. I'll go into the forest. Forests have always been a 'safe house' for me. When I touch the hard wood skin, when I feel the soft ground under my feet, when I smell the fresh, clear air, filling my body with oxygen of another type than usual. That's why I love the forest. How long will I last? I don't know. I'm a goner now. I should be ready for anything. But am I? Or am I just another depressed teenager who is overreacting? I don't even care now. I'll just try to rest my mind and clean it from all the thoughts. I took my knife in case I feel so desperate, as I usually do...

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