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Call me Kaito or Kai for short
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Love u guys, girls, squirrels and everything
in-between, no negativity, LGBTQIA+ supporter
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I am currently hyperfixated on VLD, SBG, and
the Gunntech AU mainly anyways tho I do like a
few anime
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
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He couldn't hold it in. But if he was being honest. He was happy he couldn't.
But he did hope she was at least asleep. So she couldn't hear his silent tears. So she didn't know how weak he was. He was so useless. He couldn't do more for them. He couldn't always be there at every moment she needed him.
When she was hurting, or angry. Or she had a bad day or a relationship had gone sour. And worse yet, he had no idea how to help with most of it.
He wasn't good with people. He never had been. Taylor was always the one dragging him along. To events or hang-outs, but even when she did get him to go he wouldn't talk to anyone. He pushed everyone away.
In a way he was even pushing her away. His sister, his twin, the one he did everything with. He hated himself for that. Why couldn't he be better, like dad had been. Dad had all the answers. But now they looked at him for the answers, the answers he knows he should have, but he doesn't have them. Why doesn't he have all the answers? Why can't he be good enough for them, for his sister, for his mom?
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't realize his fingers were digging into his palms as he clenched them together and closed his eyes. His mind starting to become sluggish as it was filled with more questions just barely penetrating the fog of sleep.
Why couldn't he keep it together? Why was he such a mess? Why them? Why did it have to be them? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't he be better? Why didn't he have all the answers?
Why could he not stay with her? Why did the world want her to lose another family member?
He couldn't hold it in. But if he was being honest. He was happy he couldn't.
But he did hope she was at least asleep. So she couldn't hear his silent tears. So she didn't know how weak he was. He was so useless. He couldn't do more for them. He couldn't always be there at every moment she needed him.
When she was hurting, or angry. Or she had a bad day or a relationship had gone sour. And worse yet, he had no idea how to help with most of it.
He wasn't good with people. He never had been. Taylor was always the one dragging him along. To events or hang-outs, but even when she did get him to go he wouldn't talk to anyone. He pushed everyone away.
In a way he was even pushing her away. His sister, his twin, the one he did everything with. He hated himself for that. Why couldn't he be better, like dad had been. Dad had all the answers. But now they looked at him for the answers, the answers he knows he should have, but he doesn't have them. Why doesn't he have all the answers? Why can't he be good enough for them, for his sister, for his mom?
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't realize his fingers were digging into his palms as he clenched them together and closed his eyes. His mind starting to become sluggish as it was filled with more questions just barely penetrating the fog of sleep.
Why couldn't he keep it together? Why was he such a mess? Why them? Why did it have to be them? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't he be better? Why didn't he have all the answers?
Why could he not stay with her? Why did the world want her to lose another family member?
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
DAM AS IN MY EYES RIGHT NOW /J JOKE I GOT THE PJO REF, I ONLY GOT SLIGHTLY WATERY EYES BUT IS THAT A CRIME??? TYLER AND TAYLOR ARE TOO PRECIOUS HOW COULD I NOT. ALSO I CRY AT LIKE- BABY CATS SOMETIMES SO DONT GET CONCERNED I JS THINK CRYING AT STUFF IS FUN..
BUT YES YOU DID GREAT I THINK COMPARED TO PHANTOBER YOU’VE IMPROVED
WELL TBF PHANTOBER IS THE ONLY OTHER THING FROM U IVE READ SO THE CONTRAST FELT WAY BIGGER SINCE I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING ELSE BETWEEN THOSE DATES THATS WHY I POINTED IT OUT LOL.
ALSO, SHOCKING TO HEAR WITH YOUR USER BUT THAT MAKES SENSE
I'm just not gonna ask abt the all caps thing. I had a friend who used to do it they I think just said they wanted to so idk. But I digress
nah I get it. I do it accidentally sometimes but meh
tbf I don't write a ton. This is the most productive I've been. Like. Ever.
I have written what. Like 4 pieces in the last couple weeks. Drowning, Prom, Crying, and some here and there of others. Plus two more twin angst SBG fics on the way.
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
DAM AS IN MY EYES RIGHT NOW /J JOKE I GOT THE PJO REF, I ONLY GOT SLIGHTLY WATERY EYES BUT IS THAT A CRIME??? TYLER AND TAYLOR ARE TOO PRECIOUS HOW COULD I NOT. ALSO I CRY AT LIKE- BABY CATS SOMETIMES SO DONT GET CONCERNED I JS THINK CRYING AT STUFF IS FUN..
BUT YES YOU DID GREAT I THINK COMPARED TO PHANTOBER YOU’VE IMPROVED
WELL TBF PHANTOBER IS THE ONLY OTHER THING FROM U IVE READ SO THE CONTRAST FELT WAY BIGGER SINCE I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING ELSE BETWEEN THOSE DATES THATS WHY I POINTED IT OUT LOL.
ALSO, SHOCKING TO HEAR WITH YOUR USER BUT THAT MAKES SENSE
I'm just not gonna ask abt the all caps thing. I had a friend who used to do it they I think just said they wanted to so idk. But I digress
nah I get it. I do it accidentally sometimes but meh
tbf I don't write a ton. This is the most productive I've been. Like. Ever.
I have written what. Like 4 pieces in the last couple weeks. Drowning, Prom, Crying, and some here and there of others. Plus two more twin angst SBG fics on the way.
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@tragedry hope ur okay with me tagging u. I heard you like Tyler angst.
Day 3: Baseball
As my bat flew through the air, time seemed to stand still and suddenly the sun shone as I felt a bone rattling crack run though the bat as the ball went flying.Â
"Nice job kiddo." My dad said ruffling my hair. We were out playing in the yard again while Mom and Taylor watched from the porch. It was BBQ night, one of my favorites. Dad always made the best pulled pork. Me and Taylor had been begging for weeks, ever since the last BBQ night. Dad finally gave in. He was helping me practice hitting the ball with different types of throws.Â
My dad vanished into the bushes, returning swiftly with the ball. He quickly threw the ball again and my bat caught it, a smile plastered to my face.
Then it was gone, the sunset was gone, replaced by a blood red sky and my bat rooted itself deep in the head of the phantom in front of me. I pulled it out as the phantom collapsed and melted as Logan shone his flashlight on it watching as it melted with the ground.Â
He stood looking puzzled. "What was that Ty you hesitated for a second?"Â
I looked at him quickly then back to the degrading phantom. As a tear rolled down my cheek I forced my throat to make sound.Â
"I'm fine. It was...nothing."
Day 5: Skeletal
I looked across the table at Tyler who seemed content despite his skeletal looking frame.
He had been staving himself lately. Even if I asked though I knew better he always said the same thing with a smile. "I'm just fine, really, it's nothing at all, just a bit tired."Â
I looked down at my food, a piece of toast and two eggs. Ty had made them before I had gotten up. He said he'd already eaten but I knew he had lied. So? I put my foot down. I shook my head grabbing his attention as he looked up, I pushed the plate towards him. "Eat." Was all I said.Â
He shook his head smiling big. "No, I already ate. You need to. I'm fine, really, it's noth- ""NO!" I shouted. "Stop saying it's fine! Stop saying it's nothing! Stop saying you're just tired! You're not just tired, it's not nothing, it's not fine. I've watched you starve yourself only eating meager amounts, hardly enough for you." He awkwardly smiled at me. The smile quickly faltered from a smile to a flat mouth to the shape of guilt as he looked down.
"Please Ty. Stop-" I started crying. "Stop starving yourself for me." He looked at the fork and raised a shaky hand to pick it up. He picked up some eggs tentatively and then put some in his mouth swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. His eyes got brighter and he took his fork and vigorously devoured the food. My face turned into a smile.Â
I turned around and opened the cupboard to prepare some more food.
(not as proud of this one)
Day 14: Weapons
"So how many weapons are you capable or competent in weilding." The two looked at each other and shrugged.Â
"Guns.................." They shrugged weakly.Â
I pinched my nose in annoyance. "So not only did I get stuck with the only two that have died. I also got stuck with the ones who can only use guns. Do either of you have any idea where Ashlyn is?" I asked with a deadly calm expression, my patience which was already at its wits end snapped when they spoke.Â
"No.....?" I grabbed a piece of metal pipe on the wall and crushed it with one hand. I was furious. I grabbed my head almost as if about to rip my hair out. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw them backing up looking at each other terrified.Â
I punched the wall but did not expect what ended up happening. When I punched I expected my hand to just hurt, I guess I hadn't noticed what happened to the pipe. The brick wall cracked and several pieces fell to the floor. The world shifted red and black ink coated my skin. Only for an instant though and I stared at them with soulless eyes.Â
They froze where they stood. Aiden looked shocked trying to keep a smile on his face. Tyler looked terrified like he was reliving the moment he died. I stomped toward them every step felt like going through tar but I kept pushing until I stood only a foot away from them.Â
"I want you to remember what I told you. So I'll drill it in again. If I had to choose between saving anyone of you or anyone in the world and Ashlyn and her family I will choose her family every time. But more importantly if you get in my way of saving her or get in my way in the slightest! I will not hesitate to make the pain you two felt while dying look like you just got pinched! Do. You. Understand?!" They both gave a single nod as I pushed past them to exit the alleyway.
Day 15: Twins
Lol this one is related to my one for day 14 go read that one to understand. It also takes inspiration from Mystic Shadow's thing for today where the twins can feel what the other feels.Â
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All Taylor felt was fear. She had never felt it like this before.Â
It's not like she hadn't felt fear before. No she had.Â
She felt fear when their dad died.
She felt fear when her brother starved himself for her sake.
She felt fear when the door opened in the jeep.Â
And she felt fear when looking for Tyler.Â
But this was different. It was pure fear. She knew it. Wherever Tyler was he was scared.Â
She could hear something. Someone. Shouting. Yelling. Screaming in anger.Â
Then it was gone. And all Taylor could feel was the lingering sense of foreboding and doom.
Day 19: Graveyard
Taylor knelt to the ground as Tyler stood above her.Â
They had visited this grave every month after high-school had started. Sometimes more.Â
It was mainly Taylor. Tyler didn't want to remember. The day everything went off the rails. Tyler didn't like to cry.Â
He never did it in front of his sister. But when they visited the grave Ty had a hard time keeping them in. Tears rolled down Tyler's face. He was happy Taylor couldn't see him. He didn’t want her to see him like this.
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I might write twins angst in the future but for now I'm writing other shit
I mean not all my phantober stuff is ridiculously angsty but almost all if it is. I think there is only 2 prompts that I wrote for that are relatively happy but 1 has an angsty symbolism piece
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
DAM AS IN MY EYES RIGHT NOW /J JOKE I GOT THE PJO REF, I ONLY GOT SLIGHTLY WATERY EYES BUT IS THAT A CRIME??? TYLER AND TAYLOR ARE TOO PRECIOUS HOW COULD I NOT. ALSO I CRY AT LIKE- BABY CATS SOMETIMES SO DONT GET CONCERNED I JS THINK CRYING AT STUFF IS FUN..
BUT YES YOU DID GREAT I THINK COMPARED TO PHANTOBER YOU’VE IMPROVED
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
@tragedry hope ur okay with me tagging u. I heard you like Tyler angst.
Day 3: Baseball
As my bat flew through the air, time seemed to stand still and suddenly the sun shone as I felt a bone rattling crack run though the bat as the ball went flying.Â
"Nice job kiddo." My dad said ruffling my hair. We were out playing in the yard again while Mom and Taylor watched from the porch. It was BBQ night, one of my favorites. Dad always made the best pulled pork. Me and Taylor had been begging for weeks, ever since the last BBQ night. Dad finally gave in. He was helping me practice hitting the ball with different types of throws.Â
My dad vanished into the bushes, returning swiftly with the ball. He quickly threw the ball again and my bat caught it, a smile plastered to my face.
Then it was gone, the sunset was gone, replaced by a blood red sky and my bat rooted itself deep in the head of the phantom in front of me. I pulled it out as the phantom collapsed and melted as Logan shone his flashlight on it watching as it melted with the ground.Â
He stood looking puzzled. "What was that Ty you hesitated for a second?"Â
I looked at him quickly then back to the degrading phantom. As a tear rolled down my cheek I forced my throat to make sound.Â
"I'm fine. It was...nothing."
Day 5: Skeletal
I looked across the table at Tyler who seemed content despite his skeletal looking frame.
He had been staving himself lately. Even if I asked though I knew better he always said the same thing with a smile. "I'm just fine, really, it's nothing at all, just a bit tired."Â
I looked down at my food, a piece of toast and two eggs. Ty had made them before I had gotten up. He said he'd already eaten but I knew he had lied. So? I put my foot down. I shook my head grabbing his attention as he looked up, I pushed the plate towards him. "Eat." Was all I said.Â
He shook his head smiling big. "No, I already ate. You need to. I'm fine, really, it's noth- ""NO!" I shouted. "Stop saying it's fine! Stop saying it's nothing! Stop saying you're just tired! You're not just tired, it's not nothing, it's not fine. I've watched you starve yourself only eating meager amounts, hardly enough for you." He awkwardly smiled at me. The smile quickly faltered from a smile to a flat mouth to the shape of guilt as he looked down.
"Please Ty. Stop-" I started crying. "Stop starving yourself for me." He looked at the fork and raised a shaky hand to pick it up. He picked up some eggs tentatively and then put some in his mouth swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. His eyes got brighter and he took his fork and vigorously devoured the food. My face turned into a smile.Â
I turned around and opened the cupboard to prepare some more food.
(not as proud of this one)
Day 14: Weapons
"So how many weapons are you capable or competent in weilding." The two looked at each other and shrugged.Â
"Guns.................." They shrugged weakly.Â
I pinched my nose in annoyance. "So not only did I get stuck with the only two that have died. I also got stuck with the ones who can only use guns. Do either of you have any idea where Ashlyn is?" I asked with a deadly calm expression, my patience which was already at its wits end snapped when they spoke.Â
"No.....?" I grabbed a piece of metal pipe on the wall and crushed it with one hand. I was furious. I grabbed my head almost as if about to rip my hair out. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw them backing up looking at each other terrified.Â
I punched the wall but did not expect what ended up happening. When I punched I expected my hand to just hurt, I guess I hadn't noticed what happened to the pipe. The brick wall cracked and several pieces fell to the floor. The world shifted red and black ink coated my skin. Only for an instant though and I stared at them with soulless eyes.Â
They froze where they stood. Aiden looked shocked trying to keep a smile on his face. Tyler looked terrified like he was reliving the moment he died. I stomped toward them every step felt like going through tar but I kept pushing until I stood only a foot away from them.Â
"I want you to remember what I told you. So I'll drill it in again. If I had to choose between saving anyone of you or anyone in the world and Ashlyn and her family I will choose her family every time. But more importantly if you get in my way of saving her or get in my way in the slightest! I will not hesitate to make the pain you two felt while dying look like you just got pinched! Do. You. Understand?!" They both gave a single nod as I pushed past them to exit the alleyway.
Day 15: Twins
Lol this one is related to my one for day 14 go read that one to understand. It also takes inspiration from Mystic Shadow's thing for today where the twins can feel what the other feels.Â
~~~~~~~Â
All Taylor felt was fear. She had never felt it like this before.Â
It's not like she hadn't felt fear before. No she had.Â
She felt fear when their dad died.
She felt fear when her brother starved himself for her sake.
She felt fear when the door opened in the jeep.Â
And she felt fear when looking for Tyler.Â
But this was different. It was pure fear. She knew it. Wherever Tyler was he was scared.Â
She could hear something. Someone. Shouting. Yelling. Screaming in anger.Â
Then it was gone. And all Taylor could feel was the lingering sense of foreboding and doom.
Day 19: Graveyard
Taylor knelt to the ground as Tyler stood above her.Â
They had visited this grave every month after high-school had started. Sometimes more.Â
It was mainly Taylor. Tyler didn't want to remember. The day everything went off the rails. Tyler didn't like to cry.Â
He never did it in front of his sister. But when they visited the grave Ty had a hard time keeping them in. Tears rolled down Tyler's face. He was happy Taylor couldn't see him. He didn’t want her to see him like this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I might write twins angst in the future but for now I'm writing other shit
I mean not all my phantober stuff is ridiculously angsty but almost all if it is. I think there is only 2 prompts that I wrote for that are relatively happy but 1 has an angsty symbolism piece
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
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It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
@tragedry hope ur okay with me tagging u. I heard you like Tyler angst.
Day 3: Baseball
As my bat flew through the air, time seemed to stand still and suddenly the sun shone as I felt a bone rattling crack run though the bat as the ball went flying.Â
"Nice job kiddo." My dad said ruffling my hair. We were out playing in the yard again while Mom and Taylor watched from the porch. It was BBQ night, one of my favorites. Dad always made the best pulled pork. Me and Taylor had been begging for weeks, ever since the last BBQ night. Dad finally gave in. He was helping me practice hitting the ball with different types of throws.Â
My dad vanished into the bushes, returning swiftly with the ball. He quickly threw the ball again and my bat caught it, a smile plastered to my face.
Then it was gone, the sunset was gone, replaced by a blood red sky and my bat rooted itself deep in the head of the phantom in front of me. I pulled it out as the phantom collapsed and melted as Logan shone his flashlight on it watching as it melted with the ground.Â
He stood looking puzzled. "What was that Ty you hesitated for a second?"Â
I looked at him quickly then back to the degrading phantom. As a tear rolled down my cheek I forced my throat to make sound.Â
"I'm fine. It was...nothing."
Day 5: Skeletal
I looked across the table at Tyler who seemed content despite his skeletal looking frame.
He had been staving himself lately. Even if I asked though I knew better he always said the same thing with a smile. "I'm just fine, really, it's nothing at all, just a bit tired."Â
I looked down at my food, a piece of toast and two eggs. Ty had made them before I had gotten up. He said he'd already eaten but I knew he had lied. So? I put my foot down. I shook my head grabbing his attention as he looked up, I pushed the plate towards him. "Eat." Was all I said.Â
He shook his head smiling big. "No, I already ate. You need to. I'm fine, really, it's noth- ""NO!" I shouted. "Stop saying it's fine! Stop saying it's nothing! Stop saying you're just tired! You're not just tired, it's not nothing, it's not fine. I've watched you starve yourself only eating meager amounts, hardly enough for you." He awkwardly smiled at me. The smile quickly faltered from a smile to a flat mouth to the shape of guilt as he looked down.
"Please Ty. Stop-" I started crying. "Stop starving yourself for me." He looked at the fork and raised a shaky hand to pick it up. He picked up some eggs tentatively and then put some in his mouth swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. His eyes got brighter and he took his fork and vigorously devoured the food. My face turned into a smile.Â
I turned around and opened the cupboard to prepare some more food.
(not as proud of this one)
Day 14: Weapons
"So how many weapons are you capable or competent in weilding." The two looked at each other and shrugged.Â
"Guns.................." They shrugged weakly.Â
I pinched my nose in annoyance. "So not only did I get stuck with the only two that have died. I also got stuck with the ones who can only use guns. Do either of you have any idea where Ashlyn is?" I asked with a deadly calm expression, my patience which was already at its wits end snapped when they spoke.Â
"No.....?" I grabbed a piece of metal pipe on the wall and crushed it with one hand. I was furious. I grabbed my head almost as if about to rip my hair out. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw them backing up looking at each other terrified.Â
I punched the wall but did not expect what ended up happening. When I punched I expected my hand to just hurt, I guess I hadn't noticed what happened to the pipe. The brick wall cracked and several pieces fell to the floor. The world shifted red and black ink coated my skin. Only for an instant though and I stared at them with soulless eyes.Â
They froze where they stood. Aiden looked shocked trying to keep a smile on his face. Tyler looked terrified like he was reliving the moment he died. I stomped toward them every step felt like going through tar but I kept pushing until I stood only a foot away from them.Â
"I want you to remember what I told you. So I'll drill it in again. If I had to choose between saving anyone of you or anyone in the world and Ashlyn and her family I will choose her family every time. But more importantly if you get in my way of saving her or get in my way in the slightest! I will not hesitate to make the pain you two felt while dying look like you just got pinched! Do. You. Understand?!" They both gave a single nod as I pushed past them to exit the alleyway.
Day 15: Twins
Lol this one is related to my one for day 14 go read that one to understand. It also takes inspiration from Mystic Shadow's thing for today where the twins can feel what the other feels.Â
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All Taylor felt was fear. She had never felt it like this before.Â
It's not like she hadn't felt fear before. No she had.Â
She felt fear when their dad died.
She felt fear when her brother starved himself for her sake.
She felt fear when the door opened in the jeep.Â
And she felt fear when looking for Tyler.Â
But this was different. It was pure fear. She knew it. Wherever Tyler was he was scared.Â
She could hear something. Someone. Shouting. Yelling. Screaming in anger.Â
Then it was gone. And all Taylor could feel was the lingering sense of foreboding and doom.
Day 19: Graveyard
Taylor knelt to the ground as Tyler stood above her.Â
They had visited this grave every month after high-school had started. Sometimes more.Â
It was mainly Taylor. Tyler didn't want to remember. The day everything went off the rails. Tyler didn't like to cry.Â
He never did it in front of his sister. But when they visited the grave Ty had a hard time keeping them in. Tears rolled down Tyler's face. He was happy Taylor couldn't see him. He didn’t want her to see him like this.
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I might write twins angst in the future but for now I'm writing other shit
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
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The first sign of conciousness slowly flooded into Bens brain, each beep seperated by blank gaps in memory where nothing but silence existed. The beeping became a constant after a while and thats when Ben forced his eyelids to open. The room was sombre— blinds drawn, white walls, blankets that weighed upon him more than whatever sedative that he was on— sedative?
He found his hand going to his neck instinctively— why his neck... and— was that bandages? Thick layers of bandages sat on his neck? He tried to sit up however his entire body ached. The pain shoved him back down again.
"...M—" The ache was back again— stronger this time. He coughed and coughed and coughed before attempting the word again— "Mu—" More ache. It stopped the word right in his tracks, the word that...
Didnt quite feel like his own.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep—
"Mum!" He chocked, scream ripping through everything he knew— the pain, his mouth, his sense of self. Suddenly tears began running down his face as he ripped off those heavy blankets and trembled to a sit, then he shoved around the wires so he could get his feet over the bed side, on the floor— he tried to stand but his legs dissappeared on him
'Thats not my voice.' Was all Ben could think— it overwhelmed the rapid beeps beside him, the masses of footsteps that entered the room, the needle in his arm— "Mum....?" He chocked as a voice he didnt own greeted him yet again.
Then suddenly his consciousness wasnt his own and....
So I would say how dare you. But then again after what I wrote for phantober I don't think I have any ground to stand on. But that being said neither do you so your coming with me.
It was subtle, nearly silent. But in the context of the otherwise nearly silent room it was louder that he probably thought.
He couldn't keep it in now that he thought she was asleep.
All his stress and pain. The crushing weight of everything he had to do. With dad gone, and mom helpless. He had to take care of her, his sister. The only thing he could care about now. Not friends. Not school though that was important. Not baseball. That was just a way forward. A way out of this weight crushing him. A way to escape and help. That's all it is.
He hadn't truly cared since the last crack of his bat when dad threw the ball. Why did it have to be them. Why did he have to leave. Why couldn't she have kept herself together. For them. For all of them.
Thats where his train of thought abruptly came to a close.
It took a while for her to realize the crying was gone. The silent tears had vanished. She sat up and looked over the side of the bed.
Tyler was asleep, finally. She took a moment to observe his slightly restless form.
His eyes were tight, brow drawn and creased. His hands twitched, and his mouth moved but no sound escaped the opening. There were streaks running down the sides of his face. Unlike where tears typically ran, down your cheeks, his tears had run down in line with the sides of his eyes.
She settled back into bed turning her head to look at the still ceiling fan. She made a mental note to fix it as her vision began to darken.
She never got the chance. Who would've thought. In a world full of forgetful people. Small things tend to be forgotten.
I wonder if, in that moment of grief. She remembered the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Or if she saw them again. When he was pulled from his jagged grave.
