Ryan had been trying to catch up to her as she ran. When he found the room Tyler was on the ground crying.
"Tyler.." He tried to say.
"Go away!" Tyler screamed at him.
"Tyler, you need to get up." She couldn't hear him over her crying.
Ryan sat down and held her.
"Look at me." Tyler kept her head down.
He picked her head up by her chin and moved the hair out of her face. Tyler looked into his eyes, still crying. He held her cheeks in his hands. They sat there looking at one another for a few seconds. Tyler had sucked up her tears and only pouted.
"Everything will be fine Tyler." He looked at her with his deep green eyes.
"No!" Tyler screamed. "How is anything going to be fine?!" She squirmed out of Ryan's arms.
"Tyler.." He tried to say before she ran out of the room.
Tyler ran, and ran. That was all she did. She ran as hard, as far as she could. Her eyes stung from crying. The tears ran down her face as people watched her pass.
The only thing she ever did was run, she thought. Why would she always run? Tyler felt like a coward. Running, it wasn't the thing that she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be the girl that stayed and fought. The girl that smiled, no matter how hard things got.
She was only faking it for herself, but she wouldn't allow herself to wallow in self pity. What are you doing Tyler? She was screaming in her mind now. Everything around her turned to black. How much more loss could she take? Who would she lose next? The thoughts were unbearable.
She was done. Finally, she reached Emily's house and ran upstairs, shutting the door hard behind her. Emily was in the kitchen, just watching Tyler. The hospital was calling Emily.
Tyler could hear the phone conversation through the sound of her tears, falling one by one off of her cheek. The hospital was informing Emily that Sarah had been killed and that Tyler made a scene.
The rest of the conversation was blurry. Her vision became foggy and her head felt heavy and dizzy. She fell to the ground in one big thud, hitting her head on her bed post.
Words.. Filling her mind.. Like a dream.
"Come on Tyler, we were just having fun."
"Yeah, whats the big deal?"
One by one the other students pushed her.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"Oh, yeah, your a guy."
"Oh your haircut, you must be emo"
The words ringing in her ears and the kids continued to push her.
Back in 9th grade, the hardest year.
Hoe. Slut. Whore. Bitch. All plastered on her forehead for everyone to see. People laughing all around her.
Suddenly she was in her room. Her shirt lifted up, a blade in hand. The metal slid across her stomach. She pushed the blade deeper, blood sliding down her stomach and falling onto her shorts. Then the blade found itself on her wrist. Sliding across the vein.
"Tyler is so ugly."
"Tyler's such a hoe."
"Did you hear about Tyler."
The voices in her mind would not stop.
She was now shaking. Something was shaking her like an earthquake.
Tyler's eyes opened. Light piercing her eyes and she could hear voices all around her.