Contain Your Heads

A car, a Torch, a Death

Each step sent more pain up his legs, and with each step he grew more certain that the snow would freeze him in place. He had no clue how long he would walk, and where he would go. He couldn't go much farther in his short sleeves and already soaked Vans.
He fastened Josh's hat to his head. The air seemed to grow thin as he realized the reality of things. Josh was gone. No, Josh wasn't gone. Josh was... Josh was dead. Josh was dead and Tyler was on the run.
It couldn't have been more obvious who killed Josh though. Tyler left the knife. Josh and Tyler had checked into the hotel together. Josh was dead and Tyler had disappeared. Tyler was trudging around in the snow, covered in blood. Yeah. Pretty obvious.
His feet came to a halt before he knew why. He already killed someone. Why not steal a car? He yanked his feet out of the thick layer of snow, pushing himself towards the small, beat up Honda parked on the side of the road.
His hand his the frosty door handle as he pulled it open, jingling the keys in his other hand.
He climbed in his car, shutting the door and glancing up at a photo of Josh and him taped in the bottom corner of the window. " This is my car. " he said to himself as he drove away. There was no radio.
Each lonely minute sent more thoughts into his head and with each turn he grew even more concerned that they would find him. They being anyone. The cops, Blurryface, whatever else.
He gazed at the sky, realizing that it was somewhere around midnight as he turned the car into a rest stop. As he cracked the door and fell out of the car, he noticed that the snow had melted.
He hit the car door, locking the keys in. The bathroom was closer than it looked from the car now, but that may have been because he was approaching it.
Tyler turned his back to the mirrors as he made his way to the stall. He didn't want to look at himself. Ever again.

     He finished doing what he needed to do. Washed the black off his neck and hands. Washed the blood off of his body. Tried to wash away his sins.
     As he left the bathroom, he noticed that three lights were lit but the fourth one was out. He wondered why no one had changed it yet. As his Vans hit the cold grass, smoke began to fill his nostrils.
     And then he saw him, torch in hand.
The light spread across his face, revealing his blood red eyes, his black neck. Tyler stepped back. " Why are you here? " he muttered, not sure if they'd  answer.
     " I'm fairly local. "