Message Man-«{Joshler}» HIATUS

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«warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts»
                    💛Tyler💛

The night was silent. Tyler lay on his bed staring at the darkened roof above his head. He glanced out his bedroom window, the moon was low in the sky and it was just getting ready to set. Tyler had been up all night with the only person who was ever there for him.

Tyler, I've never understood why you don't just end it.

Shut up, Blurry.

Why should I shut up? I'm the only one here for you.

Just leave me alone and let me sleep.

Why? I've know you for a very long time, Tyler. Long enough to know your twisted mind isn't going to sleep until your dead.

Stop.

Why? Nobody cares about you, hell, you parents don't even know you exist.

That doesn't mean they don't care.

Keep telling yourself that. Everybody know a loser hides behind that mask. Even your parents know your a loser and that's why they beat you. That's why they don't care about you.

Ok, Blurry, I'm done with you right now.

Awww, c'mon Tyler let's talk some more.

No.

Tyler shook his head clearing Blurry from his thoughts. He knew it wouldn't keep Blurry out his mind for long. Blurry would come back eventually. He always did. Tyler reached for his phone and checked the time.
4:58 AM.
Tyler got up from his bed and silently opened his door. He heard low and quiet voices coming from his parents room, telling him they were still awake. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and closed his door so carefully he could barely hear the click. He looked around to make sure none of his siblings were up, and even if they were they would just pretend he wasn't there. He snuck quietly downstairs and walked out the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible. He closed the door carefully and turned. The sun was shining slightly and there was a slight breeze. Tyler walked off the stairs and began to travel down the street, hoping his parents wouldn't see him from their window. He glanced nervously behind his shoulder, he thought he heard footsteps.

I'm back! Did you miss me?

Damn it Blurry, leave me alone.

Hah, your funny Tyler you really are.

Tyler cursed silently and continued walking. His phone buzzed in his pocket, scaring him. He pulled it out of his pocket, clicked it on and unlocked it.

Tyler? Where the hell are you?
It was his mom. He closed the phone and stuffed it into his pocket and began to walk faster. He didn't know exactly where he was going, all he knew was that he didn't want to go home to an angry mother. The soft breeze ruffled his hair and he at last stopped at a park, quite a ways down the road from where he lived. He glanced around. There was only one person there, a boy with bright yellow hair whom was tapping on his phone, probably texting someone.

Hmph. Better go home Tyler. Who knows this person may hate your existence just as much as your parents do.

I'm not going home.

You know you want too. You know you want your parents to beat the crap out of you, just so you have an excuse to take your life.

Tyler ingnored Blurry and walked over to the swing set and sat down on the swing. It swung back and forth gently and Tyler couldn't help but stare at the mysterious yellow haired boy. He was still on his phone, tapping quickly and smiling occasionally. Tyler swung his feet, feeling like a little kid again.