Tyler
"I've been thinking too much. Help me," I cried out to myself. I felt like a stranded little boy left alone on an island, left to die. I couldn't save myself from the misery. It's not my fault. It's Josh's fault.
Josh keeps telling me to give up, to put my arms up and surrender. Each time he tells me to die, it's like a punch to the face. I'm just not ready to give up. I don't know when I ever will be. I have to fight for who I am, what I am, and who I want to be.
Josh
Tyler keeps singing. He runs, walks, skips, sits, cries, and sings. He sings every song over and over to the point of annoyance. It tempts me, each word does. I want to leave this place, but there's this gut feeling telling me not to.
It seems almost impossible to go on sometimes, like the world is going to fall apart if I don't leave in that exact moment. But I somehow get through things, even with Tyler in my head.
A lot of times he annoys me with his repetitive singing, but other times he's my only friend. He's my last bit of sanity I have left, if any at that.
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Random"Tyler... Josh isn't real. Remember?" "Josh... Tyler isn't real. Remember?" _____ Two boys with schizophrenia. One is Tyler with an imaginary friend in his head. His imaginary friend is Josh. Unfortunately, this friend is a terrible influence. Josh...
