Goner// Tyler Joseph

18

He was barely conscious.

The nurses just stood aside, letting me say my final words to him.

This isn't real.

"J-josh?" My hoarse voice spoke up.

His eyes opened wider, and he cracked a smile on his face.

It may be his last smile.

"Yeah Ty?" His soothing voice answered.

"Why?"

That's all I managed to get out.

"I can't stand living without your love. I wanted to escape. But I guess that's what led me to escaping earth. Escaping everything. Not just my feelings."

And I leaned in and gave him my actual final kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And then I left. I couldn't see him suffering.

The nurses told us that his ribs were broken. He has a few gashes that were infected from dirty glass that struck him. His arm and leg were broken, and he had a deep wound on his stomach that had already bleed too much out to save. He had a terminal head injury that left him with memory loss.

So he was practically dead.

We waited out in the lobby, hopping that something would get better.

But it only got worse.

I fell asleep in a chair from lack of sleep that night.

And when I woke up to my dads sad face, I knew what had happened.

"Tyler, josh passed away."

No.
No
No
No.
This isn't real.
I'm dreaming.
Tyler wake up!
Wake up wake up wake up!