Hear Me, Josh (Joshler) **COMPLETED**

7. Gold .

I have been driving on a dirt road for about an hour and a half. It seems like it never stops. The road is now in the middle of a field. There is a single mailbox I pass, with the streetname on it.

Twenty-One Arlington Street.

I am here. I keep driving up the dirty road, expecting a better driveway. That seems to not be the case. I keep driving up this hill, this steep dirt hill and it's definitely the worst place I have ever drove on. I can see the yellow abandon house at the top. I grab my bag, and step out of the car for the first time in hours. The view is beautiful. It overlooks everything. The fields seem to go for miles. I look towards the house, and it is beaten up, abandon, just overall broken. The windows are broken, and there is a piece of wood up against where the front door would be.

"Tyler?.."

(Tyler POV)

I wanted to leave for good. I wanted to be away from Columbus. Away from my mom, from my room, everything. I wanted to be just by myself. I didn't think anyone would actually come looking but. Josh is looking. Josh is on his way. 

The day we had partnered up in class was the day my dream came true. The first time I seen Josh my heart blew up. His hair was a shade of red, and he wore a NASA shirt. He walked in with a smile on his face, probably talking to one of his friends or something. Lucky him right?. 

The teacher wanted us to "analyze music" or whatever she meant. Me an Josh didn't really do the work. All we really did was talk. I showed him pictures from my trip with mom. It was fun. I acted like I was happy, all I really wanted to see was Josh. I felt like gold when Josh was talking to me. Like I had purpose. I never really had that feeling before. When I showed him pictures he was smiling at me, I have always wondered why. I mean, how could I make him happy? All I did was show him boring pictures.

A few days ago, before I left Columbus, I had told my mother I wasn't feeling very well. Like always, she told me to take my medication and go to sleep. Like every other night. It just seemed repetitive, taking the same medication for the same problems. Everyday at school for me was a struggle. I had no friends, I didn't even attempt to talk to anyone. I had always been bullied for my size, and my voice. But how could they judge my voice if I haven't really talked to anyone. Haha, jokes on them. The night before I decided to leave, I made up my hints. Not too many hints, I wanted Josh to be able to find me quick. I missed him. An if Josh really does come an find me, then I'll know that months ago in school wasn't just some partnering up.

I went to Taco Bell that night an hid my note in the napkin holder. I went to the music store that day and hid the cassette under a piano key. I went home and put my notebooks out. I sighed, i'll miss writing music. I was almost done with my first notebook of songs. No Phun Intended. It's mainly about myself, how I feel. 

Ever since my mother left my father things have been downhill. My father used to beat me when he came home drinking, and then when he was satisfied with me, he would go after my mom. My poor mom.. I always tried to stop him, but I knew if I did he would come back to me. She left him one day, and court ruled over saying he had to stay away from the house, my mother, and myself.

Between my father giving me hell, and being bullied at school, there was really no place I could go to be, well, happy. I made music in my room, that's about it. 

One night, while my father finished beating my mother after he beat me, I decided that maybe I was what my father said;  Worthless. Unimportant. Useless. I didn't want to feel anymore. Or atleast, I wanted to know I was still alive. 

It was the first time I took a blade to my body. It hurt, but it was what I wanted. I deserved it, right?.

Month's had passed to where we are today. I planned this out. I planned to go missing one day, with all my medication in hand. I brought my pills, a notebook, a blanket, and my phone. I walked here most of the way, taking a taxi cab up until the beginning of this town. I walked all the way out here to this abandon house. It's beautiful. Like Josh. Josh is so beautiful. Everything always comes back to Josh. I always wondered how it would feel to be in Josh's arms. Safe, I could imagine.

Yesterday Josh had texted me, and I cried. I cried, an all my worries seemed to almost go away. Josh was looking for me. Joshua William Dun was looking for me. A broken, missing boy. 

Josh answered the phone today. It was the first time I heard his voice in months. It was like listening to the greatest album ever. His voice was like piano keys. Perfect. His voice was like velvet. It was the smoothest thing. I told him what the address was, and he was on his way. Josh is coming.  

 Josh is coming.