ranting and first loves

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Josh's POV
12 days

As I drive Melanie towards her house I sigh dramatically.

"What was that for?" She laughs.

"He is so cute..." I try and focus on driving but all I can think of is Tyler's eyes. They were so deep and knowing, yet at the same time flooded with sadness.

Quickly turning on the radio and leaning back she mutters, "Yeah." Adjusting the volume so low it's almost inaudible, she shifts in her seat to look at me.

I observe her out of the corner of my eye, "What's going on, Melanie?"

Chewing at her lip nervously she cracks the window a bit to get some cool air in my stuffy car, "I know this is sort of ranting but, why is it that my only friend does this? It's not exactly his fault, I mean, in a way it is. But it's how his mind was wired from the very beginning. Ty always said odd things that put me off, you know? For example, when we were in second grade we were hanging out on the play set during recess. Naturally I was messing around and asked him what he thought would happen if I pushed him off the top of the highest slide. Suddenly he got really serious and explained that that's what people did when they were really sad. According to him 'it made the voices go silent'. Not long after that he was diagnosed as a schizophrenic. He got a lot better after he was on medicine and went to see a therapist, but he quickly got diagnosed with loads of other disorders and shitty stuff."

"Oh, Mel-"

"Shut up I'm not done." She clears her throat, "I remember hearing my parents talking about how the doctors were gonna put Ty in a long term 'troubled' hospital. Aka a mental hospital. It was hard to look at him the same after that. We always hung out and did our normal things but Tyler always ALWAYS was different. And to think that even with me there, this happened. That no matter what, with or without me he would still be like this. Not even my friendship helped him, and that makes me question everything. Seeing you in there chatting, he's never been that happy around anyone besides his family and me. He laughed, Josh. He laughed. That has to mean something. I don't know what happened that night when he hit his head, but he values you more than me. You're his first love."

It goes silent.

I stare out the windshield and try to think of all the possible things I could say in response to that.

Melanie wipes a stray tear away with her sleeve. She's done way too much crying today, "Do you want to come over to my house? We can hang out for a while. My parents won't mind."

Taking a rattling breath she nods her head, before staring out the window at the bland houses passing by.

What a good way to make friends. Hit on their friend that ends up in a mental hospital. Wow.

Tyler's POV
11 days

The alarm clock on my bed side table flicks to 1:30 am. Ever since I got here I haven't slept much.

I've made a game where I watch people walking by in the hallway and I try and guess what brought them here to this wretched place. Who knew what places you're imagination could take you?

Forming a plan to leave has proven very easy. All I have to do is be on my best behavior and suck up to the nurses.

Awe poor little Tyler misses home. Or is it that you miss what's sitting at home in your drawer?

"Shut up," I whisper under my breath.

At this point we aren't separate people. Why are you fighting? I may have seemed far away when you blocked me out, but I've always been here. Tyler. You are me. And I am you. You want to escape. Not me. I just like watching you suffer.

"You're the one telling me to escape."

No. That's you, idiot. I'm just along for the ride.

"Please stop," pleading I scratch at the arm rest.

But it's harder than you think ,

Telling dreams from one another.

((Daniel in the Den - Bastille))

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IM SO LAZY IM SORRY  Billkin  reminds me to update THANKS it actually does motivate me.

I've been really busy with exams and such I apologize.

This is kind of a filler before lots of stuff happens so. YUP

HAVE A NICE REST OF YOUR DAY/NIGHT. xxxxx

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