Until Dawn: Tyrants {Josh Washington}

10//mad hatter

^melanie martinez^
A/N this is a CRAZY chapter (you'll get the joke when you read it)
Comment what you think so far:)

There wasn't anyone that I could find outside, but Ashley and Chris where upstairs and Josh had surprised them. Of course they're mad, furious. Along with Sam, we all meet together in the living room without the others.
"I just can't believe you're not dead. I saw you die," Ashley lets a few tears fall.
"Why would you do this?" Chris asks. The hate and betrayal in his face is changing it into someone I'm not sure I recognize.
"I'm sorry," That's all Josh says. He doesn't sound defensive or sarcastic. He sounds so full of regret. Not enough I guess, because Sam, Chris and Ashley's expressions don't change. I want to say something to make them understand that this is just a stack of emotions all piled up into clutter and that Josh is grieving and angry at everything. I want to tell them that being mad at him is only going to make things worse.
God, why did things end up like this?
Josh's face is pure hurt, and I don't know how to fix it. I was never good at that, fixing things and making people feel better. I have always been the one that needed fixing, even before last year. I was the one that need help from the very beginning, and my friends were always there for me. Why aren't they being here for Josh?
"You know Alora, your hair is wet from the snowflakes outside," Josh blurts in a monotone voice.
I look over at him, confused. No words exit my mouth, because my mind is blank. Has he hit the crazy point?
There's a door slam, and Mike rushes into the living room. He looks at the bunch of us for a second, his eyes wild and bruises cluttering his face. A bandage blankets his hand, it's color red.
"Mike, what the hell happened to you?" Sam steps over to him in worry.
"It was Josh, wasn't it? What did you do to Mike?" Ashley questions Josh.
"So you did this, then, huh?" Mike walks over to Josh, almost threatening him.
I can't understand why I'm not saying anything. Is it because I'm in such shock that no one is keeping a level head here? I can't tell. I feel like I can only observe.
"Tell us what happened!" Sam says.
"Jessica is dead," Mikes voice drops, and he becomes silent.
Jessica is dead? Josh couldn't have killed her, he's been here.
"What? How?" Chris asks.
"We are at the guest cabin, something dragged her away into the mines. She fell... I went to the old hotel and came back here without my favorite fingers," Mile explains.
"I don't remember killing Jessica," Josh's voice startles the group. He sounds completely mad.
"You son of a bitch!" Mike's angered voice fills up the room. He lunged toward Josh, Chris and Sam pulling him back.
"Guys! Stop!" I yell, quieting everyone. "I get that you got over Hannah and Beth just like that, but some of us are still mourning. Josh is still mourning," I try and explain that everything that's been done tonight was done out of hurt.
"Are you defending him?" Mike turns to look at me along with the others.
God, I wish I never spoke.
"Josh didn't kill Jessica. He wouldn't," I look at the boy I'm making a point to save, his head hung low and his sunken eyes wide open.
"I can't believe you're defending him just because you're in love with him," Sam says suddenly. I feel my chest tighten. Sam too? Her face is shadowed and her eyebrows pulled together.
"I don't think you understand, guys. Alora is crazy just like me," Josh smiles sarcastically at all of them.
I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, am I?
I'm frozen, just like the trees outside and the wind in the sky. I'm a statue in front of my friends, gawking at their looks of hatred.
I feel my face heat up and turn to ice at the same time. Inside my mind, everything is upside down like I've been sent to Wonderland and I'm the Mad Hatter.
The people I'm staring at are not the people I've been close to for so long. These people have let fear change them into monsters. Josh isn't a monster. He's just messed up in some places of his mind. These are the people who should be helping him instead of blaming him for going a little mad.
Maybe I'm bias. Maybe I'm just letting emotions and insanity get the better of me.
"We have to tie them up or something. I don't want either of them near us," Chris finally states. I see a few collective nods, and the next thing I know is that they are coming toward me. I have to do something.
My eyes scan the room, looking for something I can defend myself with. This whole situation is nuts.
I spot it. The can of spray on deodorant and a lighter that Chris left when he thawed the door, sitting on the mantle, awaiting to save me from this. I spring towards it, my hand wrapping around the cold metal. I raise it in front of me, my whole body shaking.
I light the flame and move it to line up with the can.
"I'm not afraid of you," Those words come out of my mouth, but they aren't true. I am afraid of what my friends are going to do to Josh and I.
I shuffle, stepping to Josh and letting the others back away from the danger in causing.
Something went wrong I think, because the next moment I am grabbed by the people I'm supposed to care for and who are supposed to care for me, and my vision becomes blurry before I black out.
Maybe I am crazy, insane, a former friend to these people who I thought I understood. If I was in Wonderland right now, I would be beheaded.
My friends don't walk, they run.
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun.
Popping, popping balloons with guns.
Getting high off helium.
We paint white roses red.
Each shade from a different persons head.
This dream, this dream is a killer.