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At home, Tyler walks inside, waving goodbye to Josh. "Bye, Ty.." Josh smiles and Tyler smiles back, "Bye, Josh." Tyler closes the door slowly, turning and seeing his mom settled on the couch. Crap Tyler thinks. "What are you doing here?" She asks, a confused look glued to her face. "I-I..." Tyler mentally punches himself in the face. "I'm not feeling very well.." He lies and looks down. "Oh, baby.. Let me get the thermometer so I can see--" Tyler interrupts, "No! No, It's fine. I just have an upset stomach. I'm alright." He reassures his mother. Kelly nods slowly and rests again, "Okay, just tell me if you need anything." Tyler nods and makes his way to his small room.

Tyler lay in his bed, scrolling through his Twitter until he comes across a picture of him. "What the.." the small boy presses the picture and furrows his brows at the heading: "Warning! If you see this fag walking around, do not approach him. He's nearly deceased and all he does is make people want to kill themselves." Tyler's eyes swell up as tears prick at the tips of his lashes. "What?" he chokes and presses the share button, sending it to Josh.

Tyler: Josh... is this true?

Tyler clicks off his phone and sets it down beside him, staring up at the ceiling. He hears his phone ding as he picks it back up and swipe to open the message.

Josh ❤: What? No! Who posted that?

Tyler: I have no idea...

Josh ❤: Tyler, you know that's not true. Don't listen to them.

Tyler: ...What if it is...?

Tyler blinks, trying to hold back tears. "What if.." he says to no one.

Josh ❤: It's not. Tyler, stop. Don't think that it is.

Tyler doesn't answer. He turns off his phone and sighs quietly. "I'm worthless." he tells himself. "I'm nearly deceased." Tyler keeps staring up at the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, he rises from his bed and spots a razor lying on his night stand. "I'm nothing." he sighs and picks up the razor, lifting his sleeve and running the cold blade against his skin. He winces at the pain and lets out a pained sigh, running the blade across his arm a few more times. Setting down the blade, he stares at his forearm which is now bleeding. "Ow.." he whispers and takes a dirty cloth from the floor, wiping the blood away and pulling his sleeve down over his soon-to-be scars. Tyler gets up from his bed and makes his way to his door, walking out into the living room. He sees his mom still sprawled out on the couch. "I heard you talking in there." Kelly exclaims, looking at her son, "Everything okay?" Tyler nods, pulling on a fake smile as he steps into the kitchen and pours himself some cereal. The brunette sits down at the table and begins to eat slowly, staring at his now covered up wrist. "I'm sorry..." Tyler whispers, tears prickling at his eyes. That's the least he wanted; making people feel like they need to kill themselves. "I'm so sorry.." Tyler whispers again, a tear falling down his cheek. He looks down at his cereal and sighs. Why did I even get this? he asks himself, still staring into the bowl of what seemed like junk now.

Time Skip

It was dinner time and Tyler didn't feel like eating. He felt sick in all honesty. He felt as if it didn't matter if he ate or not. "Tyler!" Kelly yells from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready!" Tyler sighs and looks up from his phone for a split second then back down at it. "No thanks." Tyler answers. He's startled as he hears his phone ding. Tyler looks at the notification, noticing it's Josh.

Josh ❤: Tyler, you okay?

The boy furrows his brows and sighs hopelessly. He didn't want to lie to yet another person. So, he didn't.

Tyler: No, I'm not.

Josh ❤: What's wrong, bud? You know I'm always here for you.

Tyler: Just, can you come to my house?

Josh ❤: Of course. Let me tell my mom and I'll be over in a bit. I'll see you, okay?

Tyler: Please hurry.. I need you...

Josh ❤: I know, Ty. Hang in there.

A/N

Whoo! 716 words! I'm sort of proud of this story, but... Y'know, writing isn't always the best. I'm sort of disappointed that I had them get into it so quickly. I guess it's just how I was writing. It took so long for them to become friends, so I thought it was so long since they became friends. Hard to explain. Hope you understand. Alrighty, bye!

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