Until Dawn: Tyrants {Josh Washington}

8//the beach

^The Neighbourhood^
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I have to talk to Josh. I have to say that I'm sorry, or I'll lose my mind more then I already have. Am I losing my mind?
The others aren't going to understand when they find out that he's behind all of this, and God knows what they're going to do him. Whatever it is, Josh isn't going to deserve what's going to happen at the end of this.
I have to go find him, I have to tell him that I'm not mad. He needs someone who won't be mad.
I sprint out of my room as fast as my legs will run. I look through the lodge, my breathing heavy and my mind scattered.
The stairs to the basement stop my running for a second before I quickly rush down them and continue my search. He may not even be in the lodge, but I have to look anyway.
I sprint as hard as I can, trying not to make too much noise. I don't want to startle him or something.
My running comes to a sudden halt as I slam into something in front of me. A short scream emits from whoever I ran into. I tumble to the ground, hitting the concrete floor of the basement.
I struggle for a minute, trying to regain my balance and stand up.
"Holy crap, Sam," I help her stand. She's in a bath towel, and she looks panicked.
"We have to go. We have to go now!" She grabs my arm and pulls me, beginning to run.
"Who's chasing you?" I ask her as she drags me along. It can't be Josh, right? He wouldn't continue this. He can't.
"Some psycho! He...," She pauses. "He killed Josh. He showed me in the theatre,"
I stop running, my shoes squeaking on the floor. I was going to help him. I was going to be there for him. Now, I don't know if I can.
"Alora, come on, we have to go!" Sam's panicked voice echoes on the walls. Behind us, footsteps pound onto the floor. I slowly turn around to face him.
The masked "stranger" stops in his tracks. I try to push down my feelings of anger and betrayal, for the second time.
"Josh," I say blankly.
"What? Alora-" Sam starts, but drops the sentence when Josh steps back.
"I-I can't do this, Alora. I can't hold everything in anymore. I'm sorry," He stumbles back, starting to back away.
I run towards him and wrap my arms around him. Even though hugging him is the last thing I feel like doing, I have to make sure he doesn't feel alone like I did for so long.
"Alora, what are you doing?" Sam asks from behind us.
Josh remains silent, dropping the knife in his hand and lifting his arms around me.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers this over and over.
I pull away slightly, taking the mask off of his face and letting it fall to the floor.
I have always noticed his eyes. Usually, they were so full of life that I couldn't look away. But now, I see puffy, drooping ones that stare at me sadly.
"Josh, what the hell?" Sam says angrily. "What is happening?"
I look up at Josh, not knowing what to do or say. My brain feels the the aftermath of a house fire, completely destroyed.
He looks like he doesn't know what to say either.
"He has done something horrible out of sadness and anger," I explain. I leave out the details.
"But I don't think he's sad and angry at all of us. I think he's sad and angry at himself," I continue, not looking away form him. "I'm on your side Josh,"
"I love you," He suddenly moves forward, kissing me and burning down the house in my mind all over again.