I'm Not Blurry [Joshler]

Message Man

|-/ a few days later \-|

Tyler was a mess. He'd stayed at Josh's house ever since the funeral, basking in the comfort of his boyfriend. He'd cried ever since the day he found out Brendon was dead.

"Ty, I have something for you." Josh peeked his adorable face into the door.

"Come in," Tyler croaked, feeling crappy as ever.

Josh came in with a bowl of soup, turning on the light, and looking directly at Tyler. "I have soup."

"Aw, thanks Josh." Tyler said, kissing his boyfriend before he sat down. Not smiling, Tyler sat up, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"Tyler?" Josh asked, his eyes concerned.

"What?" Tyler answered, his throat feeling sore from all of the tears.

"I think you need to see a therapist. This is getting to you pretty badly. You went in the living room last night, telling yourself how much you were going to hurt yourself." Josh rubbed Tyler's shoulder.

"Wait, I did what?" Tyler looked at Josh, bolting upright. "I'm not suicidal."

"Well, whatever is going on, we need to fix this." Josh looked at Tyler, his eyes filled with concern.

|-/ therapy \-|

Tyler really didn't want to be here. But Josh had made him go. The brown eyed devil sat next to Tyler, looking grim.

"Tyler, Josh." The therapist looked between the two. "What are we here for?"

"Well," Tyler started. "One of my best friends died about a week ago. No, wait. He didn't die, he was murdered." Tyler looked at the therapist, searching for answers. "And a few days after that, Josh told me that I went into the living room, saying how much I wanted to hurt myself. But here's the thing: I don't remember any of that."

"Do you sleepwalk?" The therapist leaned in, questioning.

"Uh... no?"

"Josh, did Tyler make any sudden actions that he usually didn't make?" He dug deeper.

"Yeah, uhm... he seemed like a completely different person. He didn't want to do anything he usually enjoyed. Watching a movie, sleeping, reading. He just stood at the bathroom mirror, yelling at himself." Josh uncomfortably looked at Tyler, his hazel eyes worried.

"Has he ever done this before?"

"A few times when I was there. I don't know how many times he's done it without me around."

"Tyler," the therapist looked at Tyler, his poker face filling with sorrow. "I believe you have multiple personality disorder."