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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

-5 days-

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Tyler's POV

Last night's show was terrible. Blurryface was with me the whole time, yelling at me saying I'm worthless and that I can't sing, and kept saying the clique doesn't care, Jaycee doesn't care, josh doesn't care, payton doesn't care, and nobody cares. I eventually broke down on stage, and everything went wrong. I ran off, and I told myself I could get back out there and I told myself I could do it, but I couldn't. All I could do was cry.

Josh was panicking, and he eventually ran off stage too. He ran toward me, and he was shaking. He 1 nervous for me, he was scared. I've never done that before. Well, I mean I've broke down and cried on stage many times, but this time it was different.

.::Flashback::.

"My trial was filed as a c-crazy suicidal headcase" I sang as my voice cracked. Josh kept looking at me with a concerned look, and most of the clique knw teats would be coming. I felt warm tears stroll down my cheeks, and the clique started singing the lyrics for me.

"But you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming father, and I'm lying here just crying. So wash me with your water."

"Tyler, your such an embarrassment. Crying in stage, really? Singing? Your voice is horrible. You are horrible in general. Just give up. Nobody cares about you. Nobody likes you or loves you. Everybody hates you, they all want you dead. C'mon, just commit suicide. Listen to me, it's the best thing to do, friend." Blurry said.

I started to cry harder. I felt the tears roll faster down my cheeks. I dropped the microphone, and the crowd stared.

"I can do this." I said to myself.

Josh looked at me again, so I am assuming he heard me.

"N-no. I-i can't do this." I said shaking with fear.

I cried loudly, and eventually ran off stage. I was scared and to sad to function.

"I-i can do this." I said, wiping away my tears.

I kept telling myself I could, but I couldn't.

I started to cry again. Blurryface was right. I was put on the world to be tortured, I don't want to live anymore. I hate my life, I hate myself, and I most definitely hate being tortured.

I ran backatage to the bathroom. I started panicking. Great, I just ruined the whole damn show! I'm so stupid. I ran to the toilet, and threw up. My stomach was in knots, and Blurry still kept yelling.

"Please, go away!" I yelled through my tears.

"You can't make me leave tyler. I'm you."

"You're not real! You're not me!" I yelled pulling my hair.

"You idiot! I'm real, I'm you!" He snapped