I Feel Like I'm Drowning - Joshler

"Mom"

Her son's voice made her turn around, bowl and spatula in her hands, these latter covered with flour and dough.

Kelly smiled fondly at her 17-year-old boy that was standing in the doorway, basketball under his right arm, playing with a string of his basketball shorts.

He was looking at her tiredly, blinking his puffy eyes, probably not fully awake yet after taking a four hours nap right after he came back from school earlier at noon.

"Hey sweetheart, your nap did you good, did it?" She asked with a smile, putting her bowl and spatula on the counter and stepping towards him a little, wiping her hands on her apron. "Going out to get some fresh air?"

Tyler nodded to say yes and smiled back.

"Is Clemens coming with you?" Kelly asked, the boy being best friends with Tyler since childhood.

"No, I'm just going to train a bit, I don't have for long."

"You don't want me to drop you, do you?"

Kelly knew her son needed space, and often felt the need to get out, fresh air and nature having this ability to calm him down and lessen the constant stream of thoughts that choked him. It was also easier for him to concentrate while playing sports, physical activity distracting him well. One of those rare activities.

Tyler shook his head to say no.

She smiled at him once more. "Okay, have fun, but be careful, okay?"

Tyler rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yes mom."

There were days he spoke and smiled more, and days when he was even a little -very- sarcastic. Regardless of his mental state, she loved him more than anything, but seeing her son smile at her was something she couldn't get tired of, something she loved.

She wanted him happy.

She laughed and watched him leave, telling him a last "Love you!" a little too late when the door was closed already.

It was sunny outside, but a few light cloud masses prevented the rays from making his walk unpleasant.

Tyler didn't like the sun too much. Not when he was outside anyway. He liked the warmth it provided him, but his skin, burning and coted with sweat wasn't to his liking.

Too much sun was annoying.

A gentle breeze caressed his skin and he sighed, closing his eyes for a second and enjoying the moment.

His thoughts were always calm right after waking up, his brain taking some time to function completely, and going out gave him the satisfaction of being appeased. In a few minutes he would be full of sweat, but focused on a task and distracted from his own head, and that made him smile slightly.

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I have 3 more chapters ready but I didn't translate them yet. Funny enough, I'm posting a story at 4 am just like the last one.. seems like I can only write stuff at night.

Also, the chapters only get longer.