addict in the clouds (joshler) | ✔️

Funeral.

Madison Joseph stared down into the coffin, her eyes swelling up with tears. It was an open casket, so all of Tyler's friends and family could stare at his dead body, which wasn't as mutilated as a body crushed by a tree would usually be. It didn't seem right.

She blinked away her tears, and went to go grab a cup of water. Jay came next. He wasn't particularly old, but he knew exactly what was happening.

meanwhile, tyler had just woken up. jay? why are you staring at me?

he could hear stifled crying from his bed, which feels really uncomfortable right now. whatever. i'll just get up now.

he pushes jay out of the way.
or, well, he attempts to. his hand glided right through his little brother, who was still staring at his with a depressed expression.

tyler blinked, extremely confused as to how he entered a corporeal state. he sat up, and looked down to see jay's head passing right through his chest.
am i still asleep?

tyler snapped one of the rubber bands on his wrist, or, rather, he attempted to, instead pinching some air instead of the rubber he expected to feel.
yep. probably still dreaming. but i definitely feel awake. maybe i should question why my clothes are all bloody? he left the 'bed', and looked around.

there were people, mostly relatives, sitting in metal chairs, looking either at the floor or straight ahead, were tyler was. he turned his attention to straight behind him.

a coffin.
with what looked him him in it, without any rubber bands but the red indents, in a pressed tux, a flawless  completion, given the corpse treatment.

he then turned to the right, to see his mother, crumpled like a flower, crying her heart out, with his father trying to comfort her with heavy, heavy breaths. tyler turned away. that's a sight he never hoped he would ever see before.

i don't like this dream. i want to wake up. please let me wake up.

tyler scanned the room quickly, to see if anything else was happening. his girlfriend jenna was trying her best to fight off tears, not doing very well, and his best friends mark and josh were in the corner, heads bent, refusing to talk to anybody, not even each other. tyler stared at this scene for a while, until everyone got up and started leaving.

except for mark, josh, and tyler.

"why did he have to die? why didn't he fucking stay alive?" mark whisper-screamed, his voice cracking with each question. josh just kept looking at the ground, his brown hair falling into his brown eyes.

mark, i'm right here! i'm alive! i'm okay!

the two boys just sat in silence, until mark said, " well, i should get going. i'll see you later." josh had no response. and sat back down for another while, still with his dead best friend staring back at him with a look of pity on his transparent face.

then he stood up. and ran.

tyler followed him to the back of the church. josh had tears running down his cheeks, as he pounded his fists to the brick wall. he cried in torment, and tyler could just stare at him doing this. he could only stare as josh pulled out a pocket knife.

he could only stare as he thrusted it into his flesh.