AN// trigger warnings again!! *⚠*
Be careful frens!! I love you💙
·Tyler's POV·
I can't do this right now....I can't handle it.
And right when I thought things were going to start to get better..
I'm back. Did you miss me, hun?
GO AWAY BLURRY
I TOLD YOU. AND YOU CAN'T DENY IT. I told you he didn't like you, you stupid bisexual freak. He's not like you. He will never like you OR BE like you.
P-please...
You know what to do. Find one. Buy one anywhere. Run. Fast.
I'll break the stitches..
Be careless for once. That why no one likes you. You aren't careless at all.
Fine.
·Narrator's POV·
Josh is standing on the mat in front of the door attempting to figure out what just happened and what he should do.
He's worried sick about Tyler. He knows that the stitches could break at any second now.
He thinks about what Tyler told him. That he likes him..
But Josh has feelings for Debby....
Or does he??
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Tyler runs as fast as he can to the closest gas station. He sees one and goes inside the store.
He grabs a package of pencil sharpeners and hands it to the cashier. She gave him a strange look.
"Ran out of pencil sharpeners..gotta sharpen my pencils, right?"
He responds to her look, trying to steady his voice.
He runs down the street as he leaves the station.
Tyler arrives at a bridge, a river below. He walks around the bridge and under, where there is a small slab of ground bridge before bridge meets water. He sits on the slab, pulling out the pencil sharpeners.
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He takes one of the larger sets and starts to unscrew the tiny nail that is holding the razor to the sharpener itself.
You are an incompitant peace of trash. Comletly insipid. Why would anyone even slightly consider having affections towards you? You are completly revolting.
He finally gets the larger razor from the larger set of the double sharpeners.
Tyler lets out a sob.
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The miraculous thing about this world and life, is that no matter how much you fear the inevitable, it always finds a way to demand itself upon your brain and create a single slab of confidence. And then the so-called 'confidence' turns into your own personal form of a hamartia.
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He folds up his sleeve. Looking at his arm for a while, he makes the decision.
He presses the sharp end of the blade to his wrist. The fragile skin...
He thinks to himself, this is what I deserve.
He digs the blade into his skin, letting out a small whine, and drags it acrossed to the opposite side of his wrist, making an instant blood flow from the deeply carved cut.
He does it again...
And again...and again.
He does it until there are pools of blood dripping from his forearm from deep deep cuts going from one end of his wrist to the other.
The cuts go up to his elbow.
Ouch.
·Tyler's POV·
And the blood flows down my arm, like dark red paint, blooming from the depths of it's pallet-made pool that has gathered and overflowed. The simplicity of the color only screams radiantly.
The desecration fully covering me as I sob into my jacket. Yurning for more feeling, but getting muted pain as a reply.
The amount of blood was preposterous, considering the amount of dull pain that has been discontinued in my arm.
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Why has a feeling of numbness taken over my body? A wave of tranquility passes over me, as I begin to doze off.
"Tyler??"
I feel a slice of pain go through my head, as I realize I've fallen onto a rock behind me, not knowing how or when I stood up only to slip back down and hit my head.
"Tyler! Oh my god!! TYLER. STAY AWAKE OKAY?? Everythings gonna be okay, Ty. I promise. We just need to get you some help! Okay??"
"Yes, hi, my name is Melanie and I have a friend here in very bad condition and he really needs an ambulance immediately. Thank you SO MUCH!!" and she hung up.
I start to doze off more..then things go black.
·Josh's POV·
I call Tyler..no reply.
I call again..
Nothing.
I call again and agian and again. Still nothing.
I've called 47 times in the past two minutes. Still nothing.
On the 48th try, I decide to leave a voicemail,
"Tyler? Please call me. Let me know where you are and that you're okay. Please. It's been a whole day and I can't sleep or eat. I don't know where you are or if you're safe, considering the surgery....just...please call me asap!!"
I decide to call a few minutes after the voicemail, he picks up after the 4th ring..
"OH MY GOD. TYLER!! I HADN'T HEARD FROM YOU AT ALL AND I WAS STARTING TO GET WORRIED THAT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU. THANK GOD YOU'RE O-"
"Actually, Josh...this is Melanie."
"Wait..wait..Mel? Where's Tyler."
"In the hospital, you dipshit!"
"Oh my god! I'm on my way now!"
What have I done...
AN// I am SO sorry for not updating for like ever..I've just had a lot of stuff to deal with and haven't had much time to concentrate enough. I promise I'll have more for the rest of this week!! I've got myself ....SOMEWHAT together. Thanks for reading, loves💙 again: I AM SOSOSOSOSSOOOO SORRY!!
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Sonstiges"Just tell me Tyler!" "You don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" "It's too dangerous for you. And I don't even get that myself."
