:.:.:Heathens:.:..

:...Chapter\\..2:

Six weeks earlier.

We both bow at the crowd standing in front of us, cheering to us, smiling. That's one thing I love about this job, getting to make people smile. Allowing them to feel like themselves when they listen to our music. Josh and I bow and wave one last time before walking off stage. 

"I think that was a good one, Tyler," Josh says as I wipe the dripping sweat off my forehead. 

"I agree, that crowd was awesome" I reply. 

I walk into the side bathroom. I turn and look into the mirror.

I begin running the cold water tap and washing my black hands and neck, ready to get back into the tour bus and sleep. I'm really tired.

"Tyler, do you think England will be as fun?" Josh asks 

"Of course!" I shout back. I like England, they're so kind and shy, yet the crowds there are insane.

I walk out into the dressing room once more. Josh is looking at me.

"What?" I ask.

He doesn't reply. I go to stand in front of him but he pushes me back. He looks angry, I step in front of him again. Now he was starting to annoy me, he always does this. I storm out of the dressing room and walk down the corridor. I try to find the manager. I walk around many different corners attempting to find the room he could possibly be in. I hear a loud bang in the room I walk past. Obviously, I stop. I knock on the door, no reply. I twist the handle in an attempt to see what was going on but I fall flat on my face. I groan, slowly lifting myself back up onto two my two feet. Looking around, I don't see anyone but I can hear someone crying. I begin to walk further into the room, as I turn my head to the left I see a small girl crying. She has a black Afro, she's clearly darker skinned. I step towards her and kneel down. She looks up at me with tear marks down her face. 

"Who are you?" She asks.

I decide not to reply and stand up. I carried on walking, I went through to a darker room. As I step in, I see Josh standing there. 

"Tyler, are you okay?" Josh asks as he steps forward to be closer to me. 

"J- Josh, I need, I need to-"

His facial expression changes immediately as we stand close. His mouth pours out blood onto my hands. I can't understand what's happening. He grabs onto me quickly, crying. I wrap my arms around him, setting him to the ground, not understanding what's happened in this split second. I quiet him down, looking down at his stomach. I had stabbed him, my best friend. I quickly put a big jacket on him and carried him to the tour bus. Since it had been an hour since the concert finished there would be barely any fans outside. But to make sure I run into the dressing room, paint my hands and neck black as quickly as possible before taking Josh outside. I open the door and carry Josh into the bus, using the excuse that he is only sleepy. We wait for half an hour before driving away, the stab wound wasn't as bad as I thought. Josh was still breathing, I look at him. Realising he was so vulnerable, so fragile, in so much pain. I stand up, walking over to the small kitchen part and pick up a sharp kitchen knife.

"Tyler," Josh slurs.

I look down at the poor boy. I kiss him gently on the forehead as I delicately slide the knife into his hip.

"Tyler," Josh whimpers. 

I take my lips away, realising he was my possession at this small moment in time. I lightly kiss him on the lips. I never want it to mean anything, we're barely touching, I don't like men either, but this man has been through everything with me. I move my hand back and look down at him. He smiles. I smile back, wishing he'd stay this happy. I hope he won't carry on in the afterlife forever in pain but smiling instead. I heard police sirens, the bus driver must know but is too scared to come forward. I look up to see the small girl again. She nods at me as I repetitively stab Josh over and over whispering: 'Goodbye, fren.'

I turn to the left, seeing flashing lights and men with guns running around the tour bus.

I look up as a man put a gun to my head. Realising what I'd done.

Present time

"I just kept going and going. I tried to stop when the team came in. Josh's face was so cold, so dead. " I began shouting and crying, I had turned into a mess. 

"Tyler, you need to calm down," said Dr. Lewis.

"You try killing your best friend and then be told to 'calm down!'" I screamed from the back of my throat before running out of the room. Of course running out of the room would imply that I'm trying to run away from the prison. Which is not the case by any means, I just don't want to be in that situation any more because it is frightening. I hate being sad or angry, it just makes me feel more insane than I already am. Which isn't a good thing anyway.
I managed to get quite far into the prison, seeing things I wish I hadn't, before slipping in water and blacking out. 
I woke up in my normal cell, with all my drawings and pictures of Josh and I, the grotty brick wall and ceiling. The dirty window which couldn't be looked out of even if I stood on my chair, maybe I'm just small. I went to wipe my face but my hands were restricted back, my feet were also bound. I looked down in panic seeing Dr Lewis writing something on his clipboard. I let out a form of cough showing I'm awake.

"Ah, good morning Tyler," Dr Lewis smiled, placing his clipboard on the floor and scooting his chair closer to the edge of my bed. 

"Why am I tied up?" I asked.

"We were worried something may happen or that you'd freak out on me, so we decided this would be the best option. I'll release you before I leave," he explained.

"Okay" I replied, looking up at the ceiling. 

"Tyler, what did you see when you ran away from us?" Dr Lewis asked. 

"Blood dripping from walls, onto my face from the ceiling. People running behind me like they were zombies. I watched glass shatter to the ground and I slipped in water" I said. 

"When you blacked out, you believe you slipped in water?" Dr Lewis clarifies. 

"Yes" I reply. Dr Lewis wrote down a few things before undoing my feet, then one hand. Letting me do the other one to show I wasn't going to hit him. 

"Thanks for your input Tyler. We'll be sending up breakfast in ten minutes, you haven't eaten in quite some time," Dr Lewis said as he unbuckled the cuffs, before leaving and locking up my cell. 

I sat up from my bed and walked over to the table. I looked down at my last drawing. It was Josh again, I couldn't get him out of my head and I didn't know how to stop it. The doctors didn't understand nor did I. I turned back around to stand next to the rails and see if anyone would spark up conversation. Josh was standing in the corridor, smiling at me.

"Hello, fren"