Blurryface?

NOTHING IN THIS SHORT STORY IS ME INSULTING TYLER OR JOSH OR THINKING THESE THINGS ABOUT THEM, THERE IS DEPRESSION AND SELFHARM, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK...enjoy.

Everything began to turn dark again and change into the blue-black. This happened a lot.. it happened when blurry took over, maybe blurry was a person, maybe blurry was just Tyler's thoughts, all he knew was he wasn't stronger than it. He'd scream for hours trying to block blurry out, but it wasn't enough. All he would get was headaches.

He would feel different, see different, even act different. He felt as if everything was terrifying. He felt terrified a lot but what if everything around him was terrifying? Tyler had no control. Everything turned darker.

He closed his eyes and held them like that, hoping blurry would eventually leave. But when he opened them, everything only got worse. He looked down at his arms to only see them turning a dark grey. He looked around, everything fuzzy. Everything had turned a dark shade, the only thing he could really see perfectly was the pair of glowing red eyes looking back at him in the mirror. 

No therapist ever believed him when he said this happened. They'd just put him on more meds and tell him it was just him imagination. Josh was the only one that understood.

He couldn't think straight. He wanted Josh here. He wished Josh could hear he screams from where he was.

'No one likes your music, your family thinks your crazy, everything thinks you're crazy, for fucksake Josh doesn't even like you he thinks you're insane, hes only here for the band and so you're not alone. You can't even sing. Your rapping is even worse. You're ugly and stupid. Everyone likes Josh more. No one likes you, just end it....' his thoughts would go like this for hours as he screamed, but he never won.  The voices, the thoughts would finally stop once he was bleeding from a bunch of deep cuts.

His family would say it was just for attention. Josh never saw it that way. If it was for attention why would he try to hide it?

Tonight was different though..Everything was stronger. Maybe Tyler was giving up, maybe he wasn't strong enough, blurryface was winning.

'NO ONE LIKES YOU, ATTENTION WHORE, EVERYONE WANTS YOU DEAD, EVERYONE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IF YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF, END IT, YOU'RE WORTHLESS, YOU INSANE MOTHER FUCKER, EVERYONE HATES YOU UGLY WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, WASTE OF SPACE EMO FUCK!...' he didn't even scream, he didn't have the effort, because everything, his thoughts made sense. He just took it all in, he listened to every word and took them to heart.

"Just a few cuts won't hurt..." Tyler whispered to himself, his voice deeper than normal.

He repeated his thoughts out loud to himself as he made each slit.

The thoughts would usually stop and so would he.

But the thoughts didn't stop...

The thoughts kept getting stronger and stronger, they kept coming. Tyler getting more upset.

He had not control at this point, feeling numb and broken. Seeing nothing, everything being blurred and his eyes filled with tears. Not being able to breathe.

Having no control.

The thoughts wouldn't stop so neither would he.

"stupid..." running out of space.

"fat..." cutting deeper.

"ugly" going the other direction.

He slightly heard someone yell his name.

"waste of space..." he said losing it all and going deep all the way down his arm. 

Tyler coudlnt even hold the blade anymore. His arms fell and he fell to his knees.

The handle moved. "TYLER!"

He lost.

Blurry won.

The glowing red eyes smiled with satisfactory as Tyler said his last words.

Made his last cut.

Breathed his last breath.

As Tyler fell hard to the ground he heard the door unlock.

The end.

Blood everywhere.

He let blurry win. But he couldn't do it any more.

Because blurry never actually went away.

Josh

Josh was with a few of the crew members when he just suddenly got the worst feeling. He didn't know what it was but damn. He tried to ignore it. It wouldn't go away.

He ran out, the crew members just watching him.

He had to go see Tyler. He couldn't help but think some thing was wrong. He had been acting worse lately. He wouldn't even come hang out tonight. Which he usually does. He hates being at home when Josh isn't there.

He quickly got in the car and drove to their house.

Having a key quickly unlocking the door.

He yelled Tyler's name.

Nothing. He began to feel sicker. He ran upstairs. He ran to Tyler's bedroom bedroom. Nothing. His bedroom. Nothing. The guest room. Nothing. The bathroom.

It was locked.

"TYLER!" 

He heard a thud right as he opened the door. 

He couldn't believe what he saw.

He fell to the ground quickly calling 911, maybe they can save him.

Not caring about the blood on the floor he ran at Tyler fell to the floor and held him close.

His best friend couldn't be gone. He was all he had.

Waiting, just waiting for a heart beat.

Waiting for a pulse.

Nothing...

Josh sobbed, wishing and wishing.

Not letting go of Tyler. He heard the paramedics run in pushing Josh off of him.

He didn't want to let go. But they had to make him better.

After a minute or so of trying they whispered to each other.

One of them tapped his shoulder.

"He's gone.." he whispered to Josh.

He couldn't even cry. He just stared at the wall as he heard more police in the distance.

'He's gone...why wasn't I faster...I could've saved him..my best friend..the only person who understood me..the only person that actually knew me..the only person I could stan and feel close to..why him?..he was so amazing..why wasn't I there?..' he thought to himself.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them back up everything was a darker shade. All he could see was red glowing eyes looking back at him in the mirror and something written on it.

"I won..you're next..."