The Text ;; t.j

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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

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-3 month later-

Tyler's POV

It's been a 3 months since we got home from the first part of the tour, and it's been stressful. So much can happen in 3 months.

Jaycee was always with Brendon, and that shattered my heart.

Josh always asks to hang out and stuff, but i always say no. But, Josh and payton were ways together. But I said no to him for a reason. My depression has kicked in more, and I'm so emotionally drained. I love josh to death and he's my best friend, but everything is worse and being alone is the only thing I can do right now.

I walked over to my bed, and lied down. I stared at my ceiling and felt the hot tears strolling down my cheeks. I let out loud sobs and curled up into a ball. I heard my bedroom door swing open, and seen a worried josh staring at me in my dark room. He ran up to me, and gave me a big hug.

"Tyler, what's wrong?  I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here enough, you really need someone and I haven't been here enough an-" I cut him off and he quit rambling.

"Josh, you've been here enough. You literally check on me every hour, so don't say you haven't been there for me when you have." I said wiping under my eyes and hugging him.

"You're talking finally!" Josh yelled hugging me tighter.

I rarely talked anymore, so it was really surprising to josh that I was talking.

"I know." I said quietly.

"You look tired, get sleep okay?" He looked up at me.

"Okay." I mumbled.

"If you need anything, come get me. Okay?" He said

I nodded, and we wish he'd eachother goodnight and he walked out to his room. I was sat in my dark room in silence. I hated quiet, it scared me.

I was surprised blurryface didn't come tonight, he came every single night now. And he's also made me so much worse. He scared me too.

I heard my phone buzz, and I seen Jaycee texted me something. I ignored it, and my phone buzzed again.

Jaycee 💔: hey
[Read at 11:04 pm]

Jaycee 💔: tyler, I'm sorry.
[Read at 11:18 pm]

Jaycee 💔: please text me back.
[Read 11:34 pm]

I locked my phone, and sat it down on my night stand. I was so sad, everything hurt. I missed her so much, but I'm better on my own. Alone.

"Hello."

"What do you want?" I chocked.

"You know exactly why I come here every night." He snapped.

I sighed, and rolled on my side and faced my wall.

"Everything yas gotten so hard for you, hasn't it? You're cutting is worse, your depression is worse, your thoughts are worse, you contemplate suicide more.."

"I know, but don't think it's all just because jaycee. I've been this way for years, there is no way to help me if that's what you're trying to do." I sighed.