Tyler began blasting the music into his ears after his mother had yelled at him. He slammed the door and began screaming the lyrics to the point at which he thought was going to lose his voice.

Good thing I locked the door, or else mom would barge in and slap me…

After pacing around his room for a few minutes with his fists clenched, he sat down at his desk in an attempt to calm himself down. He suddenly got an idea, and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil. Before much time had passed, he grabbed several more sheets. After about half an hour had passed, he’d recorded all of his current thoughts and feelings into a five-page journal.
He sighed deeply and dropped the pencil. He noticed that the side of his right hand was jet black after trying to wipe a false tear from his eye. He hadn’t been able to cry in months, and it frustrated him further.
He couldn’t stand himself, and wanted to melt away into the floor… He tried to form words, but couldn’t as he went to take a shower…