hospital beds// joshler fanfiction

chapter one: pov tyler

i felt my mind stop racing. i felt my heart stop racing. then i felt my legs. then i just sat on the bit damp bench and closed my eyes and waited for the waterfalls to come. surely they came. making my eyes red and puffy. red like the blood on my wrists. "emo" "faggot" "attention seeker" "gay boy" "sinner" the things people can call each other is so fucking rude. i cant say they are the exact reason i cut but they helped alot. i wasn't that far from the bridge. i went to this bridge as a little boy when i was sad. i still come. i cut myself there sometimes. but today i just needed to sit there. i was almost there when i saw a boy heading my way. i think to the bridge. he was well...perfect. i saw in his right arm a beer bottle and im the other nothing but scars on his wrists. i wanted to call him over. to hug him. hold him. as he got closer i saw his colored hair. it was red. as he got closer i saw the tears in his eyes and down his cheek. i wanted to rub them off but i urged myself not to. why was he comming closer? i saw him look up. he looked at me. i started getting red. what was he thinking about.
j: im sorry if im disrupting you sitting here i just needed to come here...talk to someone i guess.
t: oh..its fine i would love company im a lonely person.
j: me too... can i tell you something?
t: uhh...sure.
j: im going to sound like a "faggot" or whatever but when i came here i wanted to kill myself. well actually i was going to. but i saw you. you looked perfect in the  moonlight. you also looked sad i just wanted to talk to you.
t: i thought you looked perfect but hey we dont have to do the "faggot" shit right just because we are called it right?
j: thank god you dont think im weird because im gay
t: how could i if im gay too?
he smiled at me. i smiled back at him wondering if he had just fallen in love too.