recovery .:bryler:.

Chapter 2

my writing gets better throughout the book stay with me

*edited*

brendon//

"brendon! let's go!" brendon's mom called from downstairs. he groaned in annoyance. "one second mom!" brendon grabbed his suitcase and backpack, trudging down the stairs. "ready?" she asked, flipping her keys around in her palms. brendon just nodded, plugging his earbuds into his phone. he climbed into the passenger seat of the car, watching his mom close and lock the front door. she then walked over and climbed in, starting up the car. "alright brendon, let's go."

tyler//

"cmon tyler!" josh pushed. tyler crossed his arms around his chest, shaking his head. "tyler, come on. we've already talked about this..." "i don't want to go...i don't even need to go!" josh shook his head, sighing. "i will drag you to the car i swear to god." "joshhh." tyler wined, dragging out his name. "tylerrrr." josh mocked tyler. "c'mom, it's only 10 months, it'll go by quick." tyler scoffed. "yeah, 10 fucking months." josh grabbed tyler's wrist, making him flinch. "tyler. come on. it'll be easier if you just cooperated." tyler ripped his wrist from josh's grasp. "fine." he huffed, grabbing his bags. josh sighed, following tyler to his car.

brendon/third person (?)//

as brendon and his mom pulled into the driveway of the centre, he looked around. the building was old, like the ones you saw in the old movies. with chipping bricks, vines running down the walls. there was a cobblestone path leading up to two houses; one with a sign that read 'men's house' and one that said 'woman's house' "wow. this building looks as old as grandma." brendon mumbled. "brendon!" his mom scolded, lightly slapping his arm. brendon just shrugged. "what? i'm just stating the obvious." "this is why we're here, brendon. Your behaviour is ridiculous." brendon rolled his eyes. "whatever. can we just get this over with." his mother sighed, opening the car door and slamming it shut, brendon repeating her actions. brendon's mom popped open the trunk, and brendon grabbed his bags. he closed the trunk and him and his mother started walking towards the 'men's house' he opens the heavy metal door, slightly holding it open for his mom. there was a man sitting at a desk, typing at a computer. he looked up, and smiled at the pair. "hello! welcome to newberry! i'm jackson, the secretary. if i can just get your names and you can go into the lounge." brendon's mother smiled at jackson, "i'm mary urie and this is brendon urie" (AN srry idk brendon's moms name) jackson typed at his computer, and looked up. "ok, here's your room number, and schedule and information. mrs. urie, you can stay until we start orientation, at 11:30. and just leave your bags here and we will check them then put them in your room." mary nodded, thanking jackson. she opens the two wooden doors separating the front office and lounge. brendon looked around, seeing about 10-20 people. Some were crying and shaking, some just sat looking pissed off. Some had a few people with them and some had none. "do you want me to stay, honey?" brendon shrugged. "i'll go then. your father and i have a dinner party to get ready for tonight. remember, i love you, ok?" brendon nodded. his mom pulled him into a tight hug. "i will see you on visiting days. goodbye, brendon." brendon waved as his mom closed the door. he sat down on one of the chairs, reaching for his phone, before realizing he left it in his bag. a few minutes later, the door opened and brendon heard a loud yell. "no! i-i don't want to! let g-go!" three people walked in. one with pink dyed hair, one with brown fluffy hair, and the other guy had a brown fedora on. the three people walked in, trying to contain their screaming friend, who was crying and trying to get out of their grasp. the boy with the fedora sat the boy down on a couch, and put his hand on his shaking shoulders. "tyler. you need to calm down, ok?" tyler shook his head. "i-i can't s-stay here patrick! I cant." the boy with pink hair sat down next to -who's name Brendon learned was- tyler. He buried his face in his hands. they all sat there quietly, until a lady came in, telling everyone they had to go. tyler's head snapped up, as the pink haired boy stood up. "n-no!" he jumped up, clinging onto him. "tyler, we have to go." he mumbled. by now everyone was saying good byes, those who had no one with them were just staring at tyler. "tyler. get off me." josh said sternly. "no! no no no." josh pried tyler's arms from around his waist. the lady said something into a walkie talkie, and in seconds two men ran out and grabbed tyler. tyler tried to get away, kicking and screaming as his friends watched in horror. the lady walked up to the boys. "he's okay. you two carry on. he'll be fine." she smiled. josh and patrick looked concerned, but proceeded to leave, occasionally looking back. "josh! patrick! let go of me! let me see my friends!" he cried. "quiet down." one of the men snapped. tyler stopped screaming, tears rolling silently down his face. "alright! listen up boys. we have some ground rules here, and you are all expected to follow them. i am ms.pence, or ms.p. there will be consequences if you do not follow the rules correctly. rule one, no electronics. this includes laptops tablets and phones. rule two, no getting out of your room past 10:00. rule three, no sharp objects or medication that is not officially prescribed in your rooms. we will be supplying your medication for you at assigned times. rule four, stay on the property at all times. now for your schedules. breakfast will be at 8:30 every weekday morning. lunch is at 12:30, dinner at 5:30. in between that will be your small groups and activities. on saturdays and sundays, you will be able to sleep in until 9am. All that will be on your schedules. visiting days are saturday, 12:00 to 3:00. you may now go to your rooms for an hour. everyone come down at 12:30 for small groups." everyone scattered, rushing to find their rooms. brendon found his, room 21. He opened the door, examining the small room. it had two beds against the wall, separated by a nightstand, which had a lamp and alarm clock on. there was one closet and two dressers. the room was a pale yellow, the floor a shaggy grey carpet, and there was a black ceiling fan. brendon sighed, flopping on the bed closer to the window. he noticed his bags at the foot at one of the dresser, so he grabbed the one bag, looking for his phone. "fuck." he mumbled as he realized they would have took it when they searched his bags. he sighed, laying on the bed, his eyes slightly closing. he was startled by the noise of a door opened, sitting up to see who it was. it was the boy from earlier, tyler. brendon stared at him, studying his appearance. his eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and his small body was shaking. but, aside from that, brendon though he was absolutely stunning. "u-uh hi..?" brendon snapped out of his gaze, realizing he was staring. "oh, uh sorry. i'm brendon and i'm your uh, roommate i guess." he stood up and held out his hand. tyler reluctantly took brendon's hand, slightly shaking it. tyler noticed brendon's bags on the bed closer to the window, and thanked god he got the bed closer to the wall. he saw his bags by the dresser closer to the bed, walking over to them. tyler looked through the bags, before finding what he was looking for. josh's skeleton hoodie. he brought it close to his face, taking in josh's scent. He could feel the tears rushing to his face once more, but bit his lip to stop them. "hey, are you ok?" tyler looked up to see brendon standing above him. "y-yeah. i'm fine." he lied. brendon raised and eyebrow. "r-really i'm f-fine." he forced a crooked smile. "alright." brendon mumbled and walked back to his bed.

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Hey ho hey! So I know I said this book was on hold, but I've been enjoying writing it so I took it off hold. Updates will be slow, but I will update as soon as I can

edit: I edited this and tylers part is rlly dramatic but like lowkey basing his entrance on how I used to breakdown in 5th grade going to school so yeh

-tyler