Tw: Vomit, blood, panic attack, separation anxiety :3 ENJOY!!
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"You are you.
With,
Or without,
Them...
Right?"
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Tyler was lying on the bathroom floor, in the facility. His stomach was anything but okay. It felt dead. It felt sick. He couldn't stop puking. To make matters worse, he was paranoid. Paranoid that someone was watching him. Right now. Paranoid that someone was watching Taylor. That made him more sick. Most nauseous.
Paranoid.
"Tyler.."
Paranoid.
"Tyler..."
Paranoid.
"TYLER!"
"What?." He croaked out, looking around the bathroom.
Nothing.
No one.
"Tyler."
"Hello?" He asked again.
"Tyler~."
"Hello...? Is someone the-" He mumbled before leaning over to puke again.
"Tyler. Tyler. Tyler."
".."
"You never learn."
"What."
"Tyler. Turn around."
Tyler turned his head around.
Nothing.
"Tyler.. always so gullible."
"Why do you think they still care?"
"Ashlyn is forced."
"Aiden is always fighting."
"Ben doesn't care."
"Logan. Does. Not. Care."
"And your sweet sister.
Taylor.
Does.
Not.
Care."
"...this place is making me go insane...."
"TYLER. THE BIG BROTHER.
WHER IS TAYLOR NOW?
BEING EXPERIMENTED ON?
DRUGGED?"
Tyler stood up, leaving the bathroom. He was going..
Crazy.
"Shut up. Shut up."
Silence.
Dead. Silence.
It stopped.
No noise.
No noise.
Gone.
The cameras watch as he had his third panic attack that day.
Without Taylor,
He was a lost dog.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing..
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School Bus Graveyard-OneShots.
Teen FictionSchool Bus Graveyard-OneShots Includes: Swearing Blood Small amounts of gore SH (self harm) Ships Out of character head canons Ships: Everything except AidenxBen, and, TylerxTaylor Hope you enjoy <3
