Him •twenty one pilots•

Ch6pter

There was this thing that him and I would always talk about. It was about how we felt, and then one day he decided to put a name to it. Blurryface. He stood for the negative thoughts.

I will never be able to hate him as much as he did. That's a special kind of hatred. I don't understand why or how but he turned into this static human, destroying everything.

We would spend our days locked away from the world planning. Planning this little band and songs and ideas. He wrote this song when he was like 17 called Trees and he showed me but we never did anything wth it. The song was one of my favorites that he's written.

Another one was called Friend Please. It meant everything to me. When he finally finished it and recorded it he gave it to me and said "stay alive because it gets better".

But why didn't he?

Friend please remove your hands from over your eyes for me

I hate him so much. Why couldn't I have died? Why did he have to?

"Oh but of course you're just a fuck up who can't even play the drums." I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, picking out everything that was different and not pretty.

"And don't forget a dead man!" He was back.

Blurry.

"Debby hates you, so does Jenna. I mean you loved her husband." His words hurt more than they should.

I didn't want to feel this way I don't want to feel this way. He was my best friend why couldn't he just stay that way. Why did I have to try and make it more. It's probably why he killed him self. To get away from me.

His eyes were a dark red color. It scared me. "I bet Debby doesn't even believe you. She probably only goes to the coffee shop with you because you pay every time."

I threw my hands onto the wall. "No, That-she's-s-she's not like that."

"Oh but I bet she is!" He snickered.

"Oh poor Tyler, what a great man you are! I can see it now. Him falling off the bridge. Ugh it brings me joy."

I was on the ground, my hands pounding on my head. Nothing was okay. Why did I think it would be? How did this all happen.

"You know how it happened. You in your messed up head. No wonder you have no friends!" He was screaming. I was crying. Everything around me was breaking and I couldn't stop it.

He was so close now I could feel this breath. "When you told Debby what did she do?" I shook my head

"WHAT DID SHE DO!" He screamed

"No-nononono, I can't. Shecant. You're bad. He's bad. Debbyshe." He was forcing the words out. It was so dangerous but why would he care, he never did.

"Josh?"

"Tyler?"

Blurry shook his head. He backed away. His eyes turned a dark brown, then red again. He was shaking. I had seen this before, but not at this level.

"Go away."

"Don't go!"

You can't imagine things like this right?

Tyler is dead. I saw it. He fell down. I couldn't help him. Why is he with blurry? That would be worse than hell.

It was like a hurricane, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Everything was going so fast. Blurry was shrinking. Colors where fading.

Then, out of no where, everything was gone. I reached for my phone. My lungs hurt. She wasn't going to believe me again. It was too much to take in.

"It happened again."