I WILL EXPLAIN WHY THE GUY IN TY'S HEAD LOOKS DIFFERENT THAN BLURRYFACE OKAY JUST WAIT.
ALSO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT OKAY BYE CONTINUE
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"Look at what you've made of me."
A faint whisper.
I continued to quietly cry softly.
Everything seemed to close in on me.
Fading to black...
And then, there was a knock.
And then a creak.
And then, a small voice spoke.
The voice was warm, and kind, and gentle.
"Hey Ty. Listen, what's going on? You are most definitely not okay. But you know what? That's completely okay. You need to hear that from someone."
No reply.
"...Ty, I know you're probably going through a tough time right now. We all do eventually. But they don't know what your going through, and neither do I. So if you'd tell me what's up, I would try to help. I'm here for you Tyler. You have my back, and I have yours. Please, talk to me."
"Go away" I said quietly.
"Tyler-"
"Leave me alone!"
"Please don't do this-"
"Please! Get out of here!"
I heard footsteps. The door closed.
And I cried harder.
"Don't leave me alone." I whispered, as tears gushed down my cheeks, in a waterfall of emotions.
"Don't leave me alone."
I could hear the studio kitchen's sink dripping next door, with all the silence.
Alone.
In the quiet.
Most people will say that quiet is a peaceful thing.
Not me.
Because sometimes,
Quiet
Is
Violent.
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