he sits on his bed. his head in hands. black charcoal covered hands. im sick he thinks. no youre not a voice says. he looks around, no ones there, just him and his voices. shut up leave me be he thinks. i care the same voice says. its soft. no you dont he says, out loud this time. he gets scared. no one else hears him speak. he thinks if thats a good thing or a bad thing. bad good bad. bad. youre not sick tyler you dont need help the voice is louder, angrier, mad at him. "im sorry"
he starts to cry.
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were sick but thats ok // joshler
Random"im sick, mentally and figuratively" "in a good way?" "theres no good way to be sick josh" "sure there is" tylers sick and he hates himself for it but maybe a boy with blue hair can change his mind (he cant)
