//simplicity

chapter 7--blurry

Tyler's POV//

My head shook in slow rhythms, back and forth as I thought. It's been two days without school-- without Josh. It's a Sunday afternoon and I'm letting my mind wander.

   My family hates me. I can't help that I was diagnosed with DID when I was 15. But the blame always circles back to me.

Your fault. Your fault. I'm here to tell you something. That boy, Josh, doesn't like you. He just wants a friend to be with until he can make new ones and move on.

No. Josh cared, he asked me to- to stay alive.

I grab the note from my bedside table and type in the numbers Josh had written down.
After rewriting the text multiple times, I finally settled with,

Tyler: Hey Josh, I'll bring your clothes to school tomorrow.

Josh: Tyler? Oh no you don't have to bring them back, they look better on you anyway.

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I blush, a faint red coating my cheeks. I type quickly.

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Tyler: Are you sure?

Josh: Positive. So Tyler.. Tell me your problems

Tyler:  What..?

Josh: You were hurting. And your wrists showed it.

Tyler: No idea what you're talking about.

Josh: Fine. Then at least tell me why you haven't eaten.

Tyler: I don't feel hungry.

Josh is typing...

Tyler: Jish

You there?

Josh: Did you just call me Jish?

Tyler: Jishuwa**

Josh: That's wonderful. :)

Tyler: No.

Josh: Wat?

Tyler: No only this smiley emoji :^)

Josh :^) : Strange. But I accept it.

Tyler: I'm gonna go, My dad is home.

Josh :^) is typing...

Josh :^) is typing...

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I set my phone down onto my bedside table. I grabbed the note Josh gave me and held it to my heart. I sat like this for a few minutes, my heartbeat was slow and steady.
I eventually took the paper and pinned it onto the mirror in my room. Every time I'll look at myself, I'll see Josh's words:

'stay alive,
stay alive for me'

My face was worn as I looked closely in the broken glass. My eyes were red, dark circles deepened my defined eye sockets. My hair was in tufts, all coming to the front. My lips were pink, giving me a look of the dead.

Oh Tyler. Let me in. Let me control. I can take care of you. I can control you.

•••NARRATOR•••
Tyler's eyes were glazed over as he bent to grab the red beanie off his bed stand. He shoved his hair into the hat and grabbed the black paint that was hidden between his mattress and bed frame. He poured himself a handful, slathering it on his neck. It was pure black, fading out at the edges. He did this to his hands as well.

"I choke you with these hands. I create your things with these hands. I break down your life with these hands."

The voice known as Blurryface flooded Tyler's ears as they came out of his own mouth. The now depressing thoughts were raging violence, because blurry was in control. His voice was deeper than Tyler's. BlurryFace missed talking to his parents so he went down stairs. He spotted his mom, knitting a blanket of some sort. She looked up before a look of hurt washed across her face. It was dreadful for Tyler to see her like that but he couldn't possibly do a thing. Blurryface was IN control. He twitched, his mouth curling up into a smile.

"Hello mother. Long time no see. I see you haven't left this shit hole you call a home yet."

His mother avoided eye contact,
"Honey I know you're in there. I need you to be strong. Beat BlurryFace."

Tears dropped down onto the needles she was knitting with.

Tyler screamed, he wanted out, to protect his mother, but BlurryFace kept Tyler silent.

"You poor lady.. You think he can hear you? You're almost as pathetic as him."

It pained her to see her son tearing himself apart with this sickness. But she had to be strong for him too. She wiped the tears and clenched her fists. The fathers name left her mouth as she yelled for him. He rushed into the room, the scent of booze on his lips.
"Tyler you get ahold your self d-damn it!"
His hiccups diluting the sentence, as he stepped close to Tyler (a.k.a BlurryFace.)
He swung at BlurryFace who was chuckling vigorously. The father slammed his fists into Blurry's face and stomach. He dropped to the floor, still laughing. Blood was bubbling out of his nose as he laughed harder.

"I will kill her. You won't have a wife to love if you keep it up."

His smile was twisted with pleasure. Tyler's dad didn't appreciate the comment. He slammed his foot into Blurry's side and spat on him.

"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING OUR SON!"

Mrs. Joseph's voice rang through Tyler's ears. The husband flipped her off, grabbing his keys and walking out the door. She cried and apologized to Tyler over and over. She attempted to help him up but he stayed down, ignoring her offer. She said she was going to her mothers house for a few weeks. She said she'll be back.

She came back last time.. But it was still 4 months after the last incident.

She grabbed her purse and ran out, slamming the door after her. Tyler slowly surfaces back to his head, suppressing BlurryFace to only his thoughts.

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New Text Message From
"Josh :^)"
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// How do you guys feel? Feeling good~? Feeling sassy~? I added a narrator part because it was easier to explain in that perspective. Hope you enjoy and I'll be adding another chapter tonight or tomorrow :^) 
*arms flail*
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