Trees

Acquaintance

~Tyler~
I shook the voice out of my head and Josh looked up at me. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. "N-nothing" I lied then he looked back down. He stared at something for a second then looked up at me. "You too?" He asked causing me to be confused. "Y-your arm" he said quietly pointing out my cuts. "Sorry" I whispered in regret. I hid them but he shook his head. He showed me his. "Do you have the deep voice in your head that tries to control you?" I asked soon realizing that I sound like I should be in a mental asylum. But he didn't look at me like I'm crazy. He just nodded before speaking "yeah. I have depression and anxiety so I get it all the time" I looked down at his scars then at mine. "I'm pretty sure mine is just depression" I told him so he nodded. I just sat there before deciding to change the subject. "Do you run?" I asked so he nodded. "Let's go" I smiled causing him to be confused. "Go on a run? Right now? Isn't your mom making dinner? And the sun is setting" he asks a lot of questions. "I've lived here my whole life. I know where everything is. trust me" I smiled so he got up.

We went downstairs and found our parents "mom Josh and I are gonna go for a run" I told her so she looked at me. "We are about to eat. Can it wait until tomorrow?" She asked so I groaned "yeah. I guess." she chuckled and smiled at Laura "Tyler he lives right next door to us. You'll have plenty of days to run" mom said as she set some pasta on the table. "Dinner!" Mom yelled so everyone came running. I sat down next to Josh and neither one of us said much or ate. "Joshua, please eat. She made this wonderful food for us" Laura said but Josh didn't look up. "It's fine. Tyler is just like him. He doesn't eat much at meals" mom explained so Laura sighed "mom can Josh and I be excused?" I asked quietly so she just nodded.

Josh and I went back upstairs and I watched him sit on my bed and shake his head. "They don't want us to eat" I whispered and Josh agreed. "What gets them out of your head? What works even for a minute?" He asked me while pacing back and forth. "Music. I started writing music. I only have one song though" I told him so he nodded. "I play drums but my parents won't buy me a set" he explained then we both say down on my bed. "That must suck" I sighed and just stared at my ceiling. "Tyler are we friends?" Josh asked randomly and nervously. "Yes" I told him so he smiled. We both just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling silently.

"Yeah I totally understand. I think I need to take tyler to the doctor and get him on something" I heard my mom say as she was walking down the hallway I the house. "Yeah. They have Josh on anti-depressants but he refuses to take them. It doesn't help that he has anxiety" Laura told my mom so I looked at Josh "why don't you take anti-depressants?" I asked him "they make you fake happy. They don't make you truly happy and you know that you can't stop the drugged happiness that's forced upon you when you're struggling underneath" he explained so I nodded then my mom opened my door. "Josh it's time to go home" Laura said so Josh got up. "How about that run tomorrow?" Josh asked causing me to smile. "Of course. Just come over when you're ready" I told him so he nodded before leaving.

After they left my mom came to my room and sat on my bed. "Tyler I'm concerned about you're Heath" she told me which threw me off. "How? I'm fine" I lied and she gave me a serious look. "No. Your mental health. I'm taking you to a doctor tomorrow" she told me so I groaned. "Tyler it's for your own good" she told me so I nodded. "Ok. Fine. I'll go" I reluctantly replied. "Ok now get some rest. Your appointment is at eight thirty in the morning" she told me before leaving. I groaned and slammed my head into my pillow. I pulled my blankets over my face and closed my eyes. I hate doctors. For multiple reasons.
-I hate the way the office smells
-I hate how smart ass they act
-I hate how they treat me like a kid
-I hate being touched
That's the reasons I hate doctors. They are just irritating in general. It's stupid.

Tyler, you know what to do about this. Press and drag...

The voice faded away as I stood up. I dragged my feet on the cold, rough carpet and opened my dresser drawer.

I sat on my bed and looked at the cold metal blade I was holding.

Press and drag. Press and drag. Press and drag.....

I listened to the voice and watched the blood flow from the lines I added to my arm. I just kept going until the voice told me to stop.

I looked at my arm which was dyed crimson red from my blood. I mindlessly went to the bathroom and washed off my arm. I went back to bed and closed my eyes. Then the voice began to speak.

Time to play a game......