*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Tyler turned his head towards his alarm. 7:30am. Ugh. School.
He knew there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, it would just get him into unnecessary trouble. As he dragged himself out of bed he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
The dark circles under his eyes were almost as dark as the bruises covering his ribs.
"Sleep," he scoffed, "who needs it."
And he smiled,
He smiled at the fact that,
Despite everything,
He was still alive,
For some cruel reason, god had let him live on in this, horrible freakshow of a life. Great.
He smiled,
Because...well..he didn't know why he smiled, it's not like he's ever happy, so why smile?
He stood up and went into the bathroom, he thought about showering, he hasn't for days....no, it's pointless.
Grabbing some clothes off the floor he got dressed and walked downstairs, his father was passed out on the kitchen floor, just how he left him lastnight.
"Dickhead"
He kicked his father's side and left.
He knew it was a bad idea, he knew that when he'd get home he'd get a beating, but he didn't care. And he smiled.
