døg/rabbit~~tysh/jøshler fic

Stone Cold

Demi sounds so good in this song and if u read this while listening to this I promise your heart will SHATTER. like the lyrics don't really go, but the vibe and music go so well

BUT I WILL TELL YOU WHEN TO LISTEN TO IT BECAUSE YUP.

lmao have fun :)))))

I was numb for 3 days.

I sat in my bed, not moving the slightest.

I didn't eat, I barely slept. I didn't even think. I just lay on my back staring at the cold ceiling.

I was having another staring contest with my blank wall that would last for hours when I heard my cell door click open.

"Tyler," Melanie's voice resounded through the empty room. "Come on."

I struggled to stand, but eventually did. I shuffled down the long, empty corridors with Dr. Martinez clinging to my arm, barely being able to hold me up. We made it to the same room I had been in three days prior. I felt my bones shudder beneath my skin. That room wasn't pleasant. Nothing was anymore.

When Mel opened the door, I was half expecting to see Joshua waiting on the other side.

I was counting on it.

I was begging for it.

But all that was there were the same hard ass chairs and the silver, sharp table and the lamps that could make you believe were the sun if you stared at them long enough.

The small amount of hope and happiness I had managed to keep disappeared. I walked over to the chair and slumped down into it. I rested my head in my hands heavily and inhaled, trying my best to block out the blaring silence around me.

The world seemed close to its end by the time I heard the door open. I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Josh. I was ruining him; I wanted him to forget about me and move on and be happy elsewhere.

Without me.

I wasn't worth it.

But, I did look up. And I regret ever doing so.

What I saw was Dr. Urie and another strong looking man practically dragging an almost lifeless Joshua into the room. His hair was stiff, like it had been drenched in sweat and not washed. His eyes were drooped low like he hadn't slept a single second in 72 hours. His mouth was slack and murmured gibberish escaped it. My heart leaped into my throat and my eyes stung with plump, fat tears. He looked like a talking corpse.

"You said you were going to protect him!" I pointed my finger accusingly at Dr. Urie, "You promised me! You fucking promised me he would be taken care of! Is this what you call taken care of? What the hell did you do to him?" I screamed angrily, not waiting for answers. I didn't want them. I wanted them to fix the mess they made; to help Joshua before they helped me.

The two men ignored me completely and sat Josh across the table from me. Another nurse came in from outside and placed a small cup of water on the surface in front of the man. I glared at her.

How the hell is water going to help?

Dr. Urie approached the man slowly. "Joshua? Here, drink some water and you'll feel better."

"T-t...Tie...tie..."

I swallowed hard.

My heart was breaking.

"Drink some water, Joshua." the shitty doctor continued to coax. He picked up the Styrofoam cup and placed it to the other man's lips. Nothing happened.