(Slight trigger warning.)
Tyler's arms, neck, and face were covered in cold black paint.
He clawed at his eyes, praying for the paint to come off.
Tyler. The blades. Blurry spoke.
"NO! BLURRY FUCK OFF YOU ASSHOLE!"
Tyler do what I say!
Tyler grabbed his phone.
Tyler: Josh come over.
(Sent at 2:45 am)
Tyler knew he was gonna do something bad.
He rummaged through his cabinets, and found one blade. The only blade he had left in his house.
He ripped off his shirt and cut clean lines across his stomach.
Good, Tyler.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BITCH!" Tyler yelled, grabbing his head hoping Blurry would leave.
