I wake up, startled from the sound of thunder. The thunder booms a terrifying boom. The lighting claps loudly. A tree scratches against my window, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. Oh how much I hate that sound. I get up out of my bed and tip toe out of my bedroom. I slowly close the door. I tip toe down the hall. I slowly, steadily, walk down the stairs. As I walk down the stairs one of the steps makes a squeaky noise. "I'm dead." I say as I rush downstairs to the nearest room. I hear running upstairs and suddenly a huge slam. "My parents are awake." My dad runs downstairs.
"Tyler!" he yells angrily.
I don't answer. I'm too terrified to feel what's coming. He opens the door to the room i'm in.
"Dad i'm so sorry! I promise- "
SLAP!
He slapped me. He slapped me so hard that I had a red mark on my face. I ran as fast as I could and I managed to make it out of the house. I ran and I bumped into something, someone.
"I am so sorry. I should've watched where I was going"
"It's ok dude" said the mysterious stranger.
This mysterious stranger had bright yellow hair. It reminded me of the sun glowing in the daytime. He also had big beautiful brown eyes.
"Um...are you ok?" he notices the red mark on my face.
"I'm, erm... fine..."
"Well, you have a red slap mark on your face, scars and bruises everywhere, and your eyes are watering...you don't look fine to me"
"Come with me" he said.
I didn't even hesitate, I followed him. He lead me to a tree. I looked up and saw a treehouse...looked like something a couple of 3rd graders would play in. He climbed up the ladder leading to the treehouse. I followed. The treehouse was empty, except there was a pillow and blanket in the corner.
"I'm Josh" the stranger said.
"Um...i'm Tyler"
"Ok, now look Tyler, i'm gonna be straight forward. Where did all of these scars come from?"
"Well, my parents abused me..."
"I'm so sorry to hear that" said Josh in a very soft and soothing voice.
Then suddenly, bad thoughts came in my head. There was a voice in my head.
"You're nothing but a worthless nobody" it said
"What" I questioned.
"I know you like Josh, little faggot. You're sick. Josh will be disgusted if he finds out that you're gay!"
"Bi" I said
"Whatever homo freak"
"Blurryface, why do you do this to me"
"Tyler you're doing this to yourself"
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My Name's B L U R R Y F A C E
FanfictionHey this is my first story. It's a Twenty One Pilot fan fiction based off of Tyler Joseph's anxiety and depression, blurryface. Hope you enjoy my fan fiction. Thanks for even bothering to read it. Stay alive frens |-/