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AN// trigger beginning-trigger end marks "*⚠*" for this chapter! Stay safe, smol frens💕

·Narrator's POV·

"I don't wanna be heard...I wanna be listened to."
Tyler sang.
Blurry is taking his body over after he ran to the forest.
Tyler falls to his back in the middle of a circle of trees.
His fingertips are black now, and it's spreading up his fingers. His eyes slowly turning a firelike color.
The skys turn dark.
It starts pouring rain.

"I don't know why I....feed on emotion."
He says as his hands become full black fading up his wrists.
His neck starts too...faster than his hands.
He looks up at the stormy coulds through the rain.
"Quickly moving towards the storm..."
As he says this, his voice gets deeper.
As Tyler struggles to stay Tyler...he says,
"My brain has given up....white flags are hoisted, Blurry!"
That's when he stops fighting and his voice turns dark as well as his neck. His eyes go red.
Blurry says,
"Tyler...does it bother you that someone else has your name? That you aren't special. Not unique?"

Tyler fights again.
His voice returns as he forces the words out.
"STOP!!"
But Blurry returns.
"You're terrified. What's around the corner, Tyler?"
Stop Blurry!
"Have you ever done that? When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look....a little not right? And then when JUST enough light comes from JUST the right side...and you find....you're not who you're supposed to be?"

STOP. PUT THAT DOWN.

"For some reason....I smell...gass on my hands.."

BLURRY. STOP. NOW.
"Fine."
Tyler returns back to normal.
He throws the lighter blurry had gathered.

Tyler throws himself back down.
Yousuckatlife. Youneedtodoit. Now. Gohomeanddoit. Finditanddoit. Feelitonyourskin. YouDESERVEit.

Tyler runs home in the rain. He runs to his room. Not wanting to see his father.
He goes into hus bathroom and locks the door.

*⚠*

·Tyler's POV·

I dig through my cabinet to find the box. The box I swore I would never use again. I cry and cry, my vision blurring in the process of finding the box. I finally found it...I just stare at it for a few moments.
Do it Tyler. Now.
Okay.
I pull my sleeve up.
I open the box.
I take out one of the razors and stare at it.
Now.
I place the blade down on my wrist.
I push. Hard. And I drag.
Again and again and again.
Deeper and deeper each time.
All the way up my forearm are now tons of red lines. Dripping.

*⚠*

·Josh's POV·

I didn't see tyler after this morning.
Where is he?
He hasn't been here all day.
I think I like him...
He doesn't know about me though.
And I don't think he's gay.

What are the bruises from?
I hope he's okay... I should call him.

"Come one Tyler... Pick up.."

·Tyler's POV·

I put my sleeve down and ran out of the house into the rain. Into the forest again.

"This is not what I had planned..THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED!"
I scream into an empty sky.

My phone starts ringing.

"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's Josh. Where are you?"
"Not at school."
"Seriously, Tyler. Where? Why does it sound like it's raining? Are you not inside?"
"I'm in the woods. Okay?"
"Why??"
"Because."
"I'm coming to get you."
"Don't. Please. You're in school."
"I'm at lunch right now. I can ditch easily for the rest of the day."
"Don't, please Josh."
"I'll see you in a little while."
"Jo-"
And then he hung up.
I've been crying for a while now.
Sobbing. Now I'm just sulking in the rain.

·Josh's POV·

I drive as close to the woods as I can. I run into them and search for Tyler.
"TYLER?"
"..."
"TYLER? TYLER, WHERE ARE YOU?"
"Josh?"
I look down to see a poofy eyed Tyler.
"Oh my god...are you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine."
I look down at his hands. Stained red.
Nononono. Tyler..
"Ty.."
"Yeah?"
"C'mere really quick.."
"Okay?"
I watch as he shakily stands up.
He walks over to me and I grab his hand.
"Close your eyes."
"Okay.."
I pull his hand up to my shoulder.
I reach up to the edge of his sleeve slowly.
I quickly pull his sleeve to his elbow.
Red lines reveal themselves, thick and thin. Tyler pulls back.
"Stop!"
"Tyler..."
He runs out of the forest.
I stay.

AN//
More tomorrow!! Gotta go. Sorry bout it frens

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