You're an Angel

part three

  Tyler stared down at Josh, his breathing ragged. There were people surrounding them on stage. Josh wasn't moving, except for breathing. 'Breathing,' Tyler thought. 'Breathing.' There were stains of black around Josh's neck. Tyler could hear Blurry yelling insults at him, but they weren't doing anything to him. Nothing hurt more than knowing he was the person that did this to Josh. A lot of the fans were trying to console Tyler, but their words were drowned out by screams in his head and ringing in his ears. He looked away from Josh, suddenly realizing the depth of the situation, and pushed through the crowd "please, please move, I could hurt you, too! Please!" One of the fans tried to stop him, a hand closed around his wrist. Tyler whimpered, every part of him was on fire. "Please, I need to go!" He said, shaking free. "MOVE!" he heard Blurry yell, and lost control yet again.

The big screen lit up again, and the beginning of Heavydirtysoul started. One of the cameras was following Tyler as he ran. It was glitching. Fans were still surrounding Josh, who had woken up. Some were calling the police, others were crying, and a few were silently watching the screen in anticipation, praying that the broken man they idolized would be okay for just one more day. 

Tyler continued running until he was back in the dressing room. He locked the door and sat down, finally allowing himself to retreat inside his head, to battle his lion. He faintly heard someone knocking on the door before becoming completely lost in a tornado of noise and yelling and Blurry. Memories rushed in front of his mind, one after another, clips of his life where he had no one but his mind, no one else besides himself and Blurry. He heard himself yelling. It hurt. With each new memory, it felt like a million tons were pressing in on him, crushing his chest and his head and anywhere else Blurry could get to. Then it all stopped. It was all black, there was no light and no sound and no fear. Only pain. There was nothing else to experience, at all. Only the burning in his throat and hands that Blurry caused, only the thousands of tons of pressure weighing him down, only the pain. Two red eyes appeared in front of Tyler, and some of the pressure was released. "ONLY ME. THERE IS ONLY ME, AND NO YOU, AND NO BAND, AND NO HOPE, ONLY ME. YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME. YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU HAVE NO BEING, NO BODY, NO EMOTION. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT PAIN AND DARKNESS, THE TWO THINGS YOU FEAR MOST, AND YOU HAVE NOTHING BUT THEM. NOTHING." Blurryface was winning. He was winning. He was win-

Tyler's eyes flew open, and Josh was in front of him, tears running down his face. "TYLER!" The other boy screamed, and Tyler held up his arm, grabbing Josh's. "It hurts," He said, and looked down. Red and black stained the couch and floor. Josh's arms were gripping Tyler's shoulders, he had been shaking him. Tyler hurt. Ached and burned and stung. "It hurts," he repeated. "It hurts so much."