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CHAPTER THIRTY

-9 days-

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Josh's POV

Today was the day tour started, and fuck was I excited. I woke up at 10:46 am, and payton was still sleeping. I kissed her forhead, and looked at her for a moment. Her golden blonde hair was messy, and she looked so comfy and perfect.

I went downstairs, and walked toward the kitchen. I got out a bowl, and had lucky charms.

When I finished eating, I rinsed out the bowl and put it in the sink. I seen Jay come into the kitchen, and she waved.

"Hi josh." She sighed.

"Hey, you look down. What's wrong?"

She was silent for a minute, and folded her arms and looked at the floor.

"Tyler, he keeps talking to Blurry about horrible things." She had a tear stream down her cheek.

I walked over to jaycee and hugged her.

"Like what?" I frowned.

"Suicide." She hugged back, and started crying.

I was silent, and comforted her. Tyler was definitely not okay.

She wiped her eyes, and let go. "I don't want him to talk about that."

"Is he in his room?" I asked and she nodded.

I walked up the stairs, toward Tyler's room. I walked in, and noticed Tyler staring at himself in his mirror.

I closed the door behind me, and tyler shot a glance at me, and instantly rolled his sleeves down. And I noticed a blade by him.

I ran toward him, and he was completely silent. He had tears and tear stains on his cheeks.

I seen a blade, and threw it across the room.

"Let me see your arms."

He shook his head, and squeezed his eyes shut, with more tears running out of his eyes.

I rolled his sleeves up.

Holy fuck. I started panicking.

His arms. Full of cuts. More cuts than he's ever done before.

I rolled his sleeve back down, I hugged him right and felt tears go down my cheeks. Oh my god.

"Tyler why did you do this?" I asked, comforting him.

He just shrugged.

"Tyler, you gotta speak to me. I'm here for you."

He just sobbed, and hugged me.

"T-the clique, th-they're gonna see." He said, in a shaky voice.

"Tyler, they will not make fun of you. Many of them have their scars. We all love you."

He nodded, and wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry."

"S'okay, you don't need to be sorry."

"Yes I do."

"Whatever. Let's get you cleaned up." I said

I walked tyler to the bathroom, and we washed his arms up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, he was in pain

"S'okay." I said.

"Okay."