Polarize ; Joshler Fanfic

-Seven-

(A/N WARNING! S/H and Depression. Do not read if this triggers you in any way!)

Josh walked through the halls of the hospital with Tylers mother. She kept talking to Josh, he was nodding as she spoke,
"The guest room isnt quite set up I quess, so is it alright if you sleep in Tylers room?" He nodded.

They got in the car and started driving, Josh hadn't really noticed how long they had been at the hospital, the sun had set and the car was cold.

"Don't worry dear, the car will heat up soon."
Josh nodded,
"Josh honey, are you alright? You haven't exactly talked much since we left."

"Oh,uh, yeah. I'm fine," Josh said, his voice high and squeaky. Josh turned to look out of the window, he didn't see much other than the shadows produced by crapy lights and large trees.

"Josh, dear," we're at the house, "wake up."
Josh's eyes opened, his voice was raspy,
"Oh, okay, thanks."
Miss Joseph smiled. Josh undid his seatbelt and walked to the front door. Large, cold raindrops fell from the cloud laced sky onto his pale face. While Miss Joseph fiddled with the keys Josh wached as a lamp light went out from a window of one of the many homes on the street, he wondered who was just going to bed now, it didn't matter to him, no one really mattered to him tonight other than Tyler, and maybe his mom.
"Okay Josh, Tylers room is just up the stairs and to the right, I'll be down here if you need me."
"Okay, goodnight ma'am." Josh said walking up the stairs.

Josh walked into Tylers room, looking around, it was clean but all the shelves and dressers were covered in clutter. Josh said looking through his shelves, he opened a drawer, he picked up a small peice of bloodstained metal,
"Tyler," Josh whispered under his breath, a small hick up signified the beginning of tears. He moved his sweater to reveal his own scarred wrists, he remembered the time he promised his mother he'd through away his razors, he didnt. He went through all of Tylers drawers, collecting every one of them, everytime he picked another up, his sobs became closer to the previous one. He choked on his tears, trying to refrain from being to loud, the last thing he wanted was Tylers mom to come it.
"Eight," Josh said between his sorrowful sobs, he held eight metal peices of death in his hand, each one stained red. Red, the same as he saw earlier that day.

Josh carefully walked to the bathroom across the hall, he closed and locked the door, he threw them all into the toilet one by one, he flushed the toilet. Then ran the water, not only to make it seem like he was only going to the washroom, but washing the flakes of blood off his hands. He walked, shaking a bit, back to Tylers room, his lungs heaved. He sat on Tylers bed, looking through the window parallel to him, the light across the road was on again, Josh wondered what could be happening in that room, maybe someone who's heart wasn't breaking for someone he barely knew, someone he already loved.