Tyler

When Ethan texted me earlier about his mom I didn't know how to feel... Who argues with someone on Christmas... I guess she was stressed out, but I know how Ethan is.

Ethans the type of person who worries about everything and anything. So if a small fight set him off then I won't be surprised...

I don't know what she could've said... But if it actually bothered him enough to text me and not Mark then it could be something kinda serious...

And with that I pulled the blanket over me falling asleep with this is mind...

Ethan

I get up and realize I slept in late. It was about 9 and if I wanted to leave today the flight would be at 10:30. (Welp it's 1am rn)

I get up and go downstairs and see my mom... I sigh and go to her.

"Ethan, honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Mom says.

"You sure as hell sounded like you did... Mom I honestly cannot stress to you how much you hurt me when you said that..."

"I-I didn't know what I was saying... It was the heat of the moment..." She says.

"Well maybe you should control yourself!" I shout picking up my bags...

"Ethan you're the out one that's of contr-"

"Mom! I'm leaving and that's final! It's not like you really care!" I exclaim.

"Yeah I don't! Now GO! I don't give a sh-"

I slam my first on the table.

"Yeah I might as well fucking leave!" I exclaim.

My mom stands up raising her hand. She stomps to me and smacks me. She suddenly pushes me out the door and stares at me.

"Go!" She yells at me.

My mom gives me a look of some sort of hatred and watches me leave. Once I left I had to get an Uber which I wasn't fond of.

After about 10 minutes the Uber came. I got in and he asked where to.

Since I had no choice but to talk I did...

"A-airport..." I say.

"Ah, you look pretty stressed. What's driving you away so early?"

I didn't answer.

"Not much of a talker...?" The driver asks.

I shake my head and look out the window and saw the dock my brother was talking about along with our old house...

They got rid of the old Ferris wheel and got a newer one... I had so many memories of the boardwalk... One was when my brother took me out there and had us eat as much as we could. Later that day I threw up on him. That was so long ago. I was probably about 8 and my brother was about 14... God time flies...

The driver tells me we got here. I gave him the money he asked for. I went into the airport. I know I'll have to talk to the lady at the front desk...

I gather up courage knowing she'll never even see me later on in life... I sigh and go to the desk.

"Hello how can I help you?" She says.

"I n-need to change my f-flight. I was su-supposed to have a flight December 3-30th from here to Cali-california. But I need to change it to the 10:30 flig-flight to California." I say quickly.

"Ok! Give me your original flight ticket." She says.

I give it to her. She looks at it and smiles.

"It's good. Ok well this flights more expensive and I'll need to have and extra 20$."

"O-ok." I say.

I grab my wallet and give her a couple tens. In exchange for that she gave me the new ticket. I walk off and see she had another paper in it...

I almost went back to give it back to her but saw it was her number...

I continue through security and the metal detectors. They picked nothing up. I sigh in relief. Put my luggage on the one thing and go to the exit. They check my ticket and nod to me.

I go in line to enter the plane. I quickly text Tyler.

'E: did you tell Mark about the argument?'

'T: No.'

'E: don't, I don't want him to stress about it. Just wanted to let you know I'm going to be leaving in a minute to go back.'

'T: ok, just one quick question. What was it about?'

'E: I'll tell you later.'

'T: ok see ya.'

I sigh and go into the plane and sit down. I put my phone down and sigh. The loud speaker shouted to put all devices on airplane mode. I did and go into my notes...

I pretty much vent to myself...

'well, Christmas didn't go as planned. I'll say the only thing I enjoyed was my brother... I kinda argued with my mother. We started with a sweet conversation... It went on for a bit then became something else.

Mom: you're talking skills are improving a lot.

But my dad mentioned I still couldn't completely talk to people.

My mom exploded.

Mom: you aren't trying! How hard is it!

I tried to tell her it's not simple. But she told me it was and that I needed to go to therapy. Not that it was a bad offer it was how she said it and how simple she thought it was.

I isolated myself... My brother talked to me and got me laughing a little... That's when I texted Tyler. I didn't know what to do about my mom and my brother would have been nice help...

The next morning I tried to talk to her. She said it was the heat of the moment. I didn't believe her. She could at least control herself enough to not yell at her son.

The that turned into a horrible argument again. I told her that she should have controlled herself.

She turns it around on me and calls me crazy. I tell her I'm leaving and she yells that she doesn't care and that I should go. I slam my fists on the table and tell her once again I'm leaving, I stomp out the door and called an Uber.'

I turned my phone off and sigh. I feel the familiar feelings of tears streaming down my cheeks. I look out the plane window and let it happen. My vision blurry and my breathing heavy... I suddenly felt something...

My stomach hurts and my injured hand aches. I lift the bandage... The cut is deep enough to become a scar and is pretty noticable... The pain slows down and it's suddenly gone. I'm numb now. I wanted it to be over.

I suddenly fall asleep...