critical scars on beautiful veins // tyler joseph

føurteen

song for the chapter: i hope you're miserable - moose blood

"i'll keep you in mind from time to time, like the rain in summer."

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[ tyler's p.o.v. ]

alone i sat, regretting every single moment in my life that had led me to where i am now. miserable, lonely, and depressed as fuck. it felt like the world was weighing down on my shoulder. i thought these hospital places were supposed to make you better, but i've never felt worse. i've only been here for a few days but every morning was a struggle because there was no more purpose to wake up anymore while locked up in here. i was currently sat at the corner of my uncomfortable hospital bed that had ugly light green bed sheets and it made a noises every time i made the slightest movement. there wasn't one thing i liked about this place, even my roommate mark was a problem because all this kid did was talk and talk and talk. i hated therapy and i hated group sessions and the food was so bad it should be considered abuse. i know i shouldn't say this, but all i have wanted to do was harm myself in some way. and i feel awful about it. i feel gross and disgusting and empty and i almost feel like i'm not even human anymore. it feels like i've been stripped of every right i've ever had, they've taken away my happiness and i didn't know when of if i was getting it back. i thought i was finally getting better because i had madelyn, but this place sent me back at square one.

"i need to get out of here." i whispered aloud to myself.

"what?" mark asked.

mark.

mark eshleman to be exact. the kid might be annoying, but oh god he's such a genius. i don't know how he ended up here in all honesty, all he ever talks about is his ideas. he dreamed big. i didn't hate him, he seemed very positive, but he just wanted my favorite person because he could also tend to get too political with me and i'm just not in the state of mind to be arguing with people. anyways, we were around the same height and he had light brown swoopy hair. he had blue eyes and a little bit of stubble on his chin, but that's probably due to the fact that no one is allowed to shave here because we can't have razors. (sadly.)

"tyler, what did you just say?" he said, sounding somewhat concerned.

"uh, nothing mark." i muttered before falling back down onto my bead. the mattress creaked below me.

"you want to leave?" he asked.

"yeah, really badly. i miss my girlfriend and this place feels like jail." i told him, my voiced cracked at the thought of madelyn.

"i can do that for you. i mean, get you out of here." he said in a monotone manor.

"what?" i said, sitting back up with excitement, "don't play me like this. how would you do that."

"hello...i'm a genius," mark chuckled, "so i could think of some plan but once we go through with it you have to follow my every direction. and when you get out, it doesn't mean they'll be off your back. but technically, they can't get the police involved or force you to come back because you're an adult."

"if they can't make me come back then why did they bring me here in the first place and why can't i check myself out?" i asked him. my eyes locked with his for a second and then he looked at the white tiles below both of us.

"honestly, this place is shitty as fuck. they're just doing all of this for the money. i don't need to be here either. i would leave with you, but maybe it's best for me to personally rot in this hell hole. i don't know why it works this way, but people have escaped before. their system is so awful, i don't know how anyone could take this place seriously. half of the kids here actually have no major problems in their life."
he replied. i stayed quiet for a minute, letting it all sink in. i didn't think it was possible for me to hate this place anymore, but i guess it was.

"so, what's the escape plan?"

"well, tyler, everyone in this place goes to bed around two am. there's no night shift because they can't afford it. as long as no one has any night terrors, which rarely happens, you should be good. the doors will obviously be locked but we don't need them. they leave the window in the main room cracked slightly open to keep it cool in here. but, you can't push it open enough to crawl out of it with only your hands. thankfully, it's very easy to pick the lock to the kitchen doors. in their is a bunch of cooking things, like knives. a lot of people actually go there to harm themselves because they would rather be dead than here. it's really sad how no one bothers to protect them. why don't they fix this? i don't know. maybe they don't even know about this because no one has ever brought it up. obviously when you leave i'll close the window and seal it back up so they won't know. you're not the first person i've helped escape this place. we can do it tonight if you're ready. you just run into the kitchen, and use a bobby pin in the lock. i snuck one in here with me, they also have a terrible pat down system and you could sneak anything in here. once you're in the kitchen, grab the sharpest knife you can find. then run back out and lock the doors. once you're at the main window, slice around it. you'll loosen the glue they use on it and it'll easily slide up. it doesn't make much sense now but i'll be there to help you. once you're out, run like hell. hitchhike if you need to. or call someone, i know where they keep the phones so i can get yours back for you. once you're gone i'll clean the place up and no one will ever know what happened to tyler joseph. any questions?"

"oh my god, mark that's incredible. i want to leave tonight. the only thing i had on me was my phone so there's no packing or anything. thank you so much for doing this for me. can i have you're number so we can stay in contact after you leave this place? i owe you one." i tried to keep calm while saying this but i was way too excited. thanks to me being sent to the worse mental hospital ever, the escape plan was full proof. i would finally be able to feel warm in madelyn's arms again. i'm sure if i call her she'll come pick me up. i don't know how i'm getting home actually, but i don't really care at this point, i just need out.

"of course you can have my number! and no need to thank me, it's my pleasure. it's nine right now so we have to wait a bit, but prepare yourself to feel the fresh air of freedom in a few hours." mark said excitedly.