I'm Not Blurry [Joshler]

Addict With a Pen

A/N

So this is it. Last chapter. I hope you guys are emotionally prepared for this, and if you listen to this song throughout the chapter, it will add a nice effect.

|-/ Tyler \-|

I opened my eyes, seeing light for the first time in what seemed like forever.

I was in Josh's apartment. Why was I here? Did Blurryface... do something? My hands trembled, and I looked at the clock. 8 AM. I was either ragingly drunk last night, or Blurry had taken over.

"Josh baby?" I squeaked out.

No answer.

"Josh?!" My voice got more paranoid as I searched the house.

I looked in all of the rooms except the bedroom. I was too terrified to. (T-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d).

About five minutes after staring at the door, I opened it. The room was pitch black. Scrambling for the light switch, I flipped it on, closing my eyes.

A figure lay on the bed.

No, no. I've had this dream before. This can't be real. It won't be real. I thought.

I reached my hand out, brushing the figure.
Stone cold. I pulled the sheets down.

Josh. Josh. Josh. Josh. Josh.

My heart beat at a terribly fast pace, the blood pulsing in my brain. My thoughts raced.

I firmly grabbed his shoulder, unintentionally. My hand wasn't doing what my mind told it to. Blurryface. He was making me turn over Josh.

His face was calm, almost as if he was asleep. He was a pale white, the color of death. Black was never a mourning color, but white was.

My eyes moved down his neck and to his heart. A bloody gash streaked across his chest, and the cavity was open. Josh's heart wasn't there.

"What the fUCK!" I screamed. "Blurryface, come here, you bitch!"

Why should I? The voice in my head grumbled.

"Because you killed my BOYFRIEND." I started crying. I balled up my fists at my side.

So? He was a major inconvenience. Blurryface snapped.

"He was not." I hit myself on the head. "How the hell do I get rid of you?!"

The only way to get rid of me is to kill yourself.

"Wait." My mind came to reality. "Did you kill Brendon?"

Oh, wonderful. You finally put the pieces together. Good job, Tyty. Blurryface used my baby name.

"You... you fucking cunt." I stuttered. I balled up my fists and punched through the wall. "Damn it!"

Come on, Tyler, you know the drill.

I realized what I had said at Brendon's funeral. "Whoever did this, I will kill you."

The realization wadded up in my brain, and I realized what I actually had to do.

|-/

Searching for the object I needed, I found it laying in the sheets next to Josh. It still has his blood on it. I gasped.

Nice going, hot shot. You won't actually be able to do this.

"Shut up, Blurryface."

I clenched the knife, my knuckles turning white. The color of death. I pressed the tip to my chest, hovering right above the heart.

"This is for you, Blurry." I spat.

I plunged the knife into my chest, sputtering for a bit, and then cringing as the pain numbed, and blood leaked onto the floor.
My head started to spin, and I couldn't even think about what was happening before everything turned white.

I haven't found a drop of you.