We Don't Believe What's On TV || Jøshler AU

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Tyler Jøseph.

"Get therapy, Tyler."

"You need to talk to someone"

"You need help"

"Therapy. You should get therapy"

Because of their pressuring opinions on my depression, I decided to really get therapy. I asked my agent if she could find me a therapist or a place where I could confront my problems properly.

Yesterday, she called me to say she found a therapist who works in Crimson Falls Hospital which is a mental institute. But I guess I have no choice so I booked an appointment.

I always hated hospitals. I don't care if it's a mental hospital or a regular hospital, as long as it's a hospital, I hate it. People die there...

But as much as I hate hospitals, I took myself to one.

Crimson Falls looked like a regular hospital from the outside but when I entered, it was so much more depressing than a normal hospital.

White walls, white tiles, white uniformed nurses, quiet surroundings (surprisingly). It really has a depressing vibe, trust me.

I approached a nurse to ask where Dr. Urie's—the therapist—office was and she said, "Second floor, take a right, down the hall next to the schizophrenia test room"

"Okay, thanks" I said, smiling politely.

I turned around to get to the elevator and took it to go to the second floor. The elevator smelled weird but not smelly weird. I waited patiently for the elevator to take me to the second floor while I bite my nails anxiously; a habit I never got rid of.

"Ding!" the elevator sounded and it opened

I followed the directions the nurse gave until I end up in front of Dr. Urie's office door. I knock on it and I was met with a doctor consulting a patient.

Oh shit.

"Hello sir, you can wait outside for a bit while I finish this session" Dr. Urie said immediately and I close the door.

You fucked up, Tyler. First session and you fucked up already. Do something right, you dumbfuck.

"Shut up..." I whisper to myself as I sat down on a chair outside.

You're nothing against me, Tyler. I was and will always be more powerful than you. I will fucking eat your happiness until you decide to kill yourself. This therapy isn't going to help—

"Your first time?" A guy I was sitting next to said.

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded. My depressing thoughts were distracting me.

"Your first time getting therapy?" He asked again

"Yeah" I muttered

He had brown eyes. A stubble and his left arm was covered in tattoos—as if he's trying to get that college frat boy look. He had an undercut and what's left of his mildly wavy hair was dyed red. Nice.

"Anxiety?" He asked

"Kind of. More on depression, actually" I answered, "What about you?"

"Testing." He said "Schizophrenia"

"Ohh."

He smiled at me nicely as if he was comfortable in talking about mental disorders.

"I'm Josh" He said

"Tyler" I said, returning a smile

I shook his hand; his fingers was cold but his palm was warm.

The door opened and a man came out.

"It's your test now, Dun" he said, looking down at Josh.

"See ya around" Josh said to me with a smile as he entered the room

Then came my turn. Dr. Urie called me and I entered his office.

Anxiety ran through my veins the whole time he was consulting me but hey, I made a friend...

... I guess?

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Dr. Urie will see you now...

HAHAHAHA but imagine tho
He'd look like a hot doctor...

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-jh