heathens

all my friends are heathens

"tyler, do you know why you're here?"

i look up from my lap where my hands are cuffed together.

"i-i killed someone, right?"

"do you mean you don't remember?"

"i can't remember anything."

the woman, i think a psychologist, taps her pencil on her notebook. "you're right," she says. "you killed someone."

i swallow, a burning feeling in my gut surfacing. "i-i'm sorry..."

"you don't have to apologize to me."

"am i st-stuck here?"

she sighs, closing the notebook and resting it on her lap.

"tyler, you've been sentenced to life in prison with no parole."

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of fuckinf course i'm gonna write a joshler fic based on the heathens video.
-g