{Mentions of abusive parental figures/fostering/self harm/depression/eating disorders/ blood. There will be an underlined star(*) to warn you. (**) end for everyone who is sensitive.  Please be safe everyone.}

Everything happens for a reason, right?

Tyler didn't believe that. * Life was worthless.. Meaningless to him. I mean, everyone would be dead eventually anyways. What was the point to be born, to go through the pain, and to die? Tyler didn't enjoy much of his life, so he didn't get to experience any of the happiness. His childhood was terrible. He's been through multiple foster homes after he was taken out of his abusive home. His dad abused him, his mom just watched. He also abused his mom, and tyler cried. He cried every night. No family remained.. And if his mom would have died, he would have been left with him. They were both okay now, his dad was locked away. His mom was okay, but she wasn't allowed to have tyler anymore. **

He was getting too old. No one wanted him. No one wants a cranky, needy teenager. He'd seen little child after little child leave in and out of the foster home... But he was never picked. * Tyler had access to nothing. They knew about his past self harm, and they didn't mess with that. All the knives, scissors, glass.. Anything. They had plastic cups and plates, the knives were locked away. They even monitored his credit card to make sure he didn't buy anything that he could use.  Granted, his could break anything, but he didn't have the energy anymore.** He was just so tired all the time. He barely moved out of bed.

He finally got up for the day, trying to put himself together in some colors, but it just turned into his everyday colors. White, Black or Gray. He dressed in a white shirt and black skinny jeans. *He was tiny. Short, and weak. He was thin, basically a walking skeleton. Some days, host dad wouldn't let him eat. Some days, he chose not too. And one day, he just stopped. When he was forced, he would later just go to the bathroom and puke it all up.  **

He left the foster home, deciding to take a little breather from all the loud children running around and playing. Even if he was in his room, he could still hear them. He sighed once the cold hit his lungs. It was gradually getting colder outside. Summer was coming to an end, shifting to fall. He was walking around downtown, humming to himself.

Tyler absentmindedly walked around, hearing a loud, blood-churning scream leave someone’s lips, more than likely a girl. He felt chills running down his spine as he heard the cries over and over again. He ran around, looking for the girl. He was met with someone on the ground,

{Whole murder scene.}

* a puddle of blood surrounding her, the girl sobbing. He saw someone running in the other direction, but he ran to the girl instead. He dropped to his knees.

“Hey, hey.. What happened?” He asked, looking over her body to see where she was bleeding.. And he found it. There was a knife right in her ribs. Ouch. Tyler tried to look calm, but he was fucking freaking out on the inside. He got the information that her name was Abigail Dun. The name rang a bell, but he couldn't think about it. He hear sirens in the background. By now, he was covered in blood. She reached for the knife, tyler reaching to stop her. “If you pull it out it-” he stammered, gripping her hand, but she pulled the knife from her side, Tyler’s eyes widened. “A-ashley,, why did you take it out?”  He held the knife, looking at it after a moment. He heard a loud distant shouting, looking behind him. He had multiple guns pointed at him.**

Fuck.