Until Dawn: Tyrants {Josh Washington}

16//drown

^Tyler Joseph^
A/N there are only a couple chapters left.

I could consider myself lucky, that it's taking him instead of me. I could call myself a survivor, because Sam and Mike can get away, and I could too. I could tell myself that there is nothing I can do, because what used to be Hannah is far away from me now with the boy that I love. But I'm not lucky, I'm not going to give up, and I certainly can't survive without him.
My arm is shooting my nerves with heavy amounts of pain, and I think I might just collapse and die. I know barely anything about these things, and I don't know what it plans to do to Josh. It might kill him. I can picture it digging it's long nails into his skin, him yelling out in agony as his blood pools around him. I can picture him playing tug of war with death over his own life. The light spilling from his eyes. He might drown in his own blood, and I won't be there in his last moments. He could die now, instead of when's he's old and were married.
He deserves to have a long, happy life. He deserves love, and friendship. I don't want to have the same fear that I had with Hannah and Beth- forgetting. I don't want to forget about him.
I could consider myself in a state of in between back and forth. I'll crash dramatically into a wall that I've hit a hundred times before.
Maybe I'm self-centered for living when my friends are dying. My selfish ambition to save Josh just because I couldn't handle him dying. I'm going to die for Josh if I have to.
My mind is on the future, hoping and praying to every god that I can grow old with Josh. That somehow, things can be okay. One day, that I can walk down the isle and we can get married and have kids and live happily ever after.
But things like that don't happen so easily in a situation like this.
As I run down the halls, my feet slap on the stone, still wet from the water. I have no idea where to go, and my arm is getting worse and worse. I hope Sam and Mike are safe.
"Alora," I hear a distant voice saying my name. I sprint towards it, because that voice belongs to Josh.
An opening greets me, a little bit of light shining through somewhere. Josh sits up against a wall, rocking back and forth.
"Alora, Alora," He repeats my name over and over again.
I sit next to him, taking his hand. He flinches at the touch.
"Not real. You're not real," He whispers.
I let go of his hand to tilt his head up, kissing him. He does nothing at first, but then relaxes, kissing back.
We can get out of here.
"I love you," I tell him, taking his hand again and leaning against the wall, smiling.