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CHAPTER FORTY ONE

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Josh's POV

I was sitting in a chair in Tyler's room, and stared at him. He looked so sad, sadder than ever. Over the past few days, he hasn't talked much. He will rarely talk to me, jaycee, and his family. But, he talks so much to himself.

It was just me with Tyler today, I told Jaycee I wanted to be here alone with him. I've been here for a few hours, and he's barely even spoke.

"Ty?" I shoved my hands in my pockets.

His head shot up as if I frightened him.

"You know you can talk to me, right? I'm your best friend. I'd never turn my back on you, and I'd never leave you. I'm here for you every step of the way."

He stared at me, and stared at his hands.

He mumbled something that I couldn't quiet understand, but then he spoke up.

"I'm afraid." He said quietly.

"Why?" I walked over to him.

"I'm afraid of myself, and this hospital. I want to go home." He sighed.

"Well, why are you afraid of yourself?" I sat down next to him.

"Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and maybe I am. The thoughts and the voices are getting worse- and so is my depression and anxiety." His voice cracked, and his eyes glossed over.

I hugged Tyler, and he hugged me back.

"The voices won't go away, blurryface won't go away." He whispered.

"Tyler, I'm here for you and the rest of your family is. Even jay and jenna are. Your friends and everyone all love you, you are an awesome guy. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you. You are going to be okay. You can fight it." I said.

"Thanks josh." He said as he wiped under his eyes.

I hoped I was right, he would be able to fight. He's strong, he'll be okay.

We need him here.

I sat and chatted with Tyler a bit longer, and then he eventually started falling asleep.

I wished him a goodnight, and I texted jaycee and waited for her to arrive.

Tyler's POV

••Dream••

I hated this.

I hated me.

I hated my life.

Everything about me was screwed up. You couldn't find one good thing about me. Nobody needed me here, so why couldn't I end it all? I wanted to die.

I stared at the pills on the counter, and felt tears stream down my cheeks.

Did I want to do this?

Yeah.

Was it worth it?

Yeah.

I grabbed the bottle of pills, and poured a handful into my hands.

I put the bottle down, and then Jaycee walked in.