gone//joshler

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!!WARNING!!SUICIDAL ACTIONS!!

Tyler's POV
It had been a few hours since Josh went back to his house. I couldn't sleep and I still felt like I wanted to die. I was alone in my house. I went into the bathroom. I closed the door. The drawer was opened to all kinds of sharp tools. I grabbed a small knife.
A few small cuts were made on my wrist. The blood ran down my arm into the sink. I turned on the faucet and my skin was greeted with cold water. I did this a few more times.
My hands shaking, I grabbed a towel and wiped off my arms. I put the knife back. I couldn't feel anything, and as I fell to the floor, I screamed.
I had fainted.
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I later woke up in a hospital bed.
Barely being able to speak, I asked, "Wha-what happened...?"
The nurse said, "You fell to the floor and this boy here heard you scream. You've lost a lot of blood apparently."
"Hi Tyler, are you alright?" I knew it was Josh.
The most I could do was nod my head. I felt weak and useless.
"We've examined everything and it looks like -- oh, that's not good. You harm yourself, is that right?" The nurse asked.
I nodded my head again.
"Okay, you'll be here for a while, until you get better." She smiled, and left the room.
Josh walked over to me. "Please don't do this anymore." He said, lightly running his hand over my arm.
"I-i'm so-sorry..." I choked out.
"Sh. I'll be back to visit as much as I can, but I have to go now. See you, Tyler." He said. He lifted his hand off of my arm, and then walked away.
I wanted to cry.