Gøne :Twenty Øne Piløts Fanfic

7: I'm so very far from fine

*Possible Trigger Warning*

Tyler sat on his bed shaking, the voice in his head was back and louder than ever. Luckily his parents were gone for the weekend because they would think he was seeking attention. Tyler reached for his phone, trying to steady it as he texted Josh.

Tyjo: heelpme

Josh didn't respond and in five minutes he was at Tyler's window knocking softly, Tyler slowly stood letting Josh in. Josh guided him back to his bed and sat there with him, trying to calm him as he sobbed. They sat like that for a while before Tyler was able to breathe normally again.

*Tyler's Point Of View*
I drove home from work in silence because my car radio was stolen. I hate the silence. As I was driving the voice in my head appeared with his venomous words.

Hey failure. What's up? Gonna write some shitty "songs" tonight?

"Shut up" I scream into the silence.

The road began to blur making it difficult to drive. I named the voice in my head Blurryface due to that. I pulled over grabbing my phone and starting to play the music on my playlist to try to block out Blurryface.

When I got home my wobbling legs somehow carried me to my bed as I laid there shaking.

Worthless. Stupid. Freak. Fat. Failure. Burden. Nuisance. No one cares about you Tyler.

"Shut up!! Josh cares about me!" I scream into my dark room.

I heard knocking on my window and I stand seeing Josh, "shit I texted him. Great now he can see how weak I am", I thought. I let him in and we sat on my bed as I cried. He occasionally told me it's okay.

*Josh's Point Of View*
I was about to go downstairs when Tyler texted me. The message said "heelpme" and that was all. I went to Tyler's window to see a sobbing, shaking, broken boy. We sat on his bed and I comforted him as he cried. After the crying subsided, I spoke "Tyler do you want to talk?" in a soft voice. Tyler shook his head while he shifted on his bed, he grabbed his notebook and pen.

Can we write instead of talking,please? Tyler scribbled.

Of course.

Tyler scribbled for a long time before placing the notebook in front of me. He continued to look down as I read.

I have this voice in my head and I call him Blurryface, he's the character of my depression/anxiety. I think everyone has one but I'm not sure, anyway he gets really bad when it's quiet and at night. Some asshole decided to steal my car radio today causing my drive home to be tortuous, I almost crashed because I couldn't see, my vision goes blurry when he speaks. And uh it got really bad, I'm sorry I dragged you into this. Just shows how weak I am.

I sat there for a minute thinking before I wrote back.

Tyler, I have my own version of Blurryface. But you need to know that what he says isn't true. What I'm saying is true. You're not weak, just the fact that you texted me proves that. You make me feel happy again when we talk and hang out.

Tyler read what I wrote but didn't write anything back, so I grabbed the notebook adding something.

Can I please see your arms? I won't be upset if you cut recently.

After Tyler read it, he slowly nodded, I scooted closer to him. I gently rolled up his sleeve to see a few fresh cuts, I inhaled sharply and I stood him up.

"This is going to sting a little okay?" I asked him quietly, as we stood at his bathroom sink. I turned on the water letting it flow over his wrist before I grabbed some gauge to wrap his arm up. He winced a few times and I felt bad.

We walked to his bed and he asked me if I would stay and I nodded, curling up on his bed with him.
___________________________A/N: Okay here is chapter 7. What do you think? I'm sorry if the ending kind of sucks. Also from now on the titles will be song lyrics and I want you to comment down below what song it is! Don't cheat by looking up the lyrics though!