CHAPTER SEVEN
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-29 days-
Jaycee's POV
I was sitting in my room, listening to music to help forget things. "29 days." I thought to myself, smiling. "I'm going meet him in 29 days." I smiled again. I usually never smile, but Tyler has made me smile ever since that accidental text. I know we haven't even met in real life and all, but he makes me a happier. His texts, he's great.
I got up and closed my door and turned out my light, then went back to my bed to turn my netflix on. I've been watching American Horror Story, and it's super good. As soon as I turned my computer on, my phone was ringing, I walked toward my phone and seen I had 5 missed calls from ty? I immediately called him back.
"Hello?" I heard a voice whisper through the phone.
"Tyler, is that you? Are you crying?" I said, panicked.
"Y-yeah, and No." He cried quietly.
I felt scared and very panicked. "Ty, what's wrong?" I hated hearing him cry. It made me feel sad? No, more than that. broken.
"T-they told me to." He whispered.
"What do you mean? Who?"
"The voices. Blurry and Blasphemy" he had said.
The line was silent.
"I cut myself. They told me to. A-and they said to kill myself." Tyler cried.
I dropped my phone, I was shocked. Is Tyler depressed? I-is he wanting to commit? Is he suicidal? I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I thought these things. I picked my phone back up. "T-Ty, who are Blurry and Blasphemy?"
"T-the voices and the thoughts." He cried out."They want me dead. I want me dead."
"Tyler, they're your imagination! They aren't real! Blurry and Blasphemy are NOT real!" I yelled
"I- I'm sorry."
He hung up.
"Oh god." I said, I was panicking. Again. "He better not do anything to hurt himself." I said to myself as I called him multiple times.
"I've called him at least 20 times!" I yelled to myself.
[jayc🌹: Tyler, can you please pick up? I'm worried about you.
[jayc🌹: I'm sorry for snapping at you, can you please, just please pick up? I'm super worried, and I don't want you to hurt yourself again.
Tyler's POV
"Tyler, are you okay?" Josh knocked on my door and asked.
"I-I'm fine." I sighed as I sat in the corner of my room.
"May I come in?"
I sighed. "Yeah, sure."
Josh walked in, then started walking toward me. "It's okay to be sad sometimes bud." Josh said, and he wrapped me into a hug.
I hugged josh back and held back my tears.
"Want to go get taco-bell? Maybe that will help make ya feel better."
I shrugged. "Sure."
10 minutes later...
Josh and I had walked inside the taco bell. I just decided to get a Gordita, and Josh got a normal taco.
I sat down at a booth, waiting for Josh to come back with our food.
Josh came back with our food, and sat across from me. "Do you at least feel a little better?" Josh asked.
"Mm, kind of. I still feel like shit."
I looked over, and seen a girl walk inside the taco bell. She had red puffy eyes, I think she'd been crying. She saw me and Josh and her jaw dropped. She walked toward us.
"H-hi. You are Tyler and J-Joshua." She said. "Can I get a picture?"
"Of course!" Josh said.
I looked at her and frowned. "Have you been crying?"
"Y-yeah. I snapped at my best friend Tyler about some thing pretty serious.. and I think he hates me now." She said.
"W-whats your name?" I asked.
"Jaycee." She said and sighed.
My heart stopped. This is Jaycee. She is absolutely gorgeous. She has this long brown hair, these beautiful green eyes, and just a breath taking face.
"O-oh." I said and Josh looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Let's take that picture, Jaycee." I smiled.
"Thanks so much you two, you guys are amazing." She said then walked out of taco bell without ordering food.
"Josh, that was jaycee." I said, still smiling.
Sorry for all the trigger warnings. ;_; It hurts to write this kind of stuff.
Anyways, I'll try to be updating a lot. School just started, and I will be caught up with school work and stuff. So, sorry If i don't update much in the next couple days.
Stay Alive, I love you all. |-/
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Fanfiction{August 23, 2016} {10:57 pm} That's when eveything started. Contains: self-harm, suicide attempts, and smut.