recovery .:bryler:.

Chapter 1

my writing is bad here it will get better bear with me

*edited*

"brendon!" brendon sighed as he heard his mother yell his name. he groaned, slowly trudging down the stairs, his feet shuffling against the old, wooden floors. "yeah ma?" he grumbled as he leaned against the counter. "honey, we need to talk." his mother slid a panflet across the counter, brendon picking it up. "newberry rehabilitation centre for the depressed, disordered and addicted," he read aloud. "what the fuck is this mom?" "brendon," his mother spoke slowly "you need professional help." "what? that's bullshit." brendon threw the panflet on the counter. "brendon, honey-" "no, im not going to that place." he snapped. his mother sighed. "well, it's to late because your going." "mom, im not a-" "then why do you still live here?" !rendon grew silent. "exactly, because you spend all your money getting drunk and high at bars." brendon rolled his eyes at his mother, walking out of the kitchen and towards the front door. "where are you going?" his mother asked, a hand on her hip. "out." brendon growled, and slammed the door as he left.

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"c'mon ty!" josh begged, throwing a sweatshirt at the small boy laying in his bed. tyler only groaned. "please? it will be good for you to get out." "i don't wanna." "it's just me, pat, melanie and alex. tyler they want to see you. plus we have to talk to you." tyler groaned, shoving his face in his pillow. "fine." he mumbled and slowly got up, stretching. "be down in 20!" josh called as he closed tyler's door, going downstairs.  tyler sighed, slipping on a blue and black hoodie. he didn't bother changing out of his skinny jeans, he'd only worn them once anyway. tyler quickly ran a brush through his hair, slipping on a red beanie. he slowly opened the door, and walked downstairs. "ready?" josh asked as he noticed the small boy walking into the kitchen. "yup."

at the frens house

"we're here!" josh called as he opened the tan door. "hey!" came a yell, startling tyler. alex walked over, giving josh one of those bro hugs, doing the same to tyler. they walked into the living room, where patrick and melanie sat on the couch. "hey guys." melanie said, shutting her phone off. "salutations." patrick shut off his phone. "you said you needed to talk to me?" tyler mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "yeah, sit down ty." josh directed, tyler followed, sitting on the love seat. "ok, well uh-" melanie started but trailed off. "want me to say it?" alex asked and melanie nodded. "tyler, you need to get better. like with professional help." tyler looked at his friends, confused. "y-yeah? and?" "so," Josh let out a shaky breath- "we looked up places to help you, and, well here." josh handed tyler a panflet. tyler read it, nervousness creeping through his stomach. "w-what is this?" he asked, looking up at his friends. "it's a place to help you, ty. It's a 10 month program." patrick explained. "w-what! no you can't just send me a-away!" "tyler-" "n-no! I don't need that type of help! i-isn't that what the t-therapy is for!?" "yes but-" "i-" tyler stuttered, tears rushing down his face as he just accepted the fact he was going away. "i-i don't wanna." he whimpered. josh came and sat beside him, bringing him in his arms. "we're all going to spend the day together, ok ty?" melanie said, also coming and hugging him. "we love you."

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Salutations.

So I go to a supernatural convention tmrw and im super pumped cos i get to see my children.

Edit: P.S Tyler Joseph makes me emotional it's literally 6am I gotta wake up for school soon and I'm just listening to TØP and I'm like crying because his songs are so beautiful and he's beautiful and I just can't.

another edit: I just re-edited this chapter and I am not confident
in my writing at all wOopS

-tyler