Love you no matter what. -ON HOLD-

Chapter 6: Like this...Like that.

Sorry for not updating it on saturday but I had a lot of shit going on ugh. -.- Anyways, here's the update!!! Oh and guys, 10+ votes and comments and then i'll post another chapter. XD

 >Picture of Jordan

-Tyler-

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The annoying sound wouldn't go away as much as I wanted it to, and my body wouldn't respond to my slow pleads to turn it off. It was like I was bound to be in this dark room forever, without any explanation to whatever was going on. Scream. I wanted to scream but my voice couldn't be heard, I could only hear the beeping myself. Now I know how people feel when they go mad, I was going mad at this very moment.  

Something warm was touching my face, and I felt it but my eyes wouldn't open and I couldn't see what the hell was going on, I couldn't touch my own face to see what the hell was so warm. What the hell is going on?

'...awake.' I recognized this voice but I couldn't say who it was, because my brain wasn't working on me properly at this very moment.  Another warm thing touched my face again and I felt like something wet was dripping on my face, then the same warm thing was brushing it away.

Hands. That's what they were. Warm hands which touched my face softly, as if they were scared of breaking me. As if I was the most precious thing to them and they were too scared to go hard on me. The same sensation went through my left hand and I felt their fingers wrap themselves around mine, squeezing them gently. I loved that feeling, it was so relaxing and I wanted to squeeze their hand back, so badly.

To my surprise, that's what I did. Finally, my body was listening to my pleads and I could slowly do what I wanted to do. My hand squeezed their gently, and if I didn't know I was doing that I would've thought that my hands weren't squeezing them hard enough. I felt my thumb brush against one of their fingers slowly, as if I was now afraid of breaking them. Small laughter was echoing in my head, sweet and gentle laughter. As if in slow motion, my lips twitched and I felt a smile forming at the side of my mouth,it was a faint smile but a smile nonetheless. 

'Tyler..Tyler!' the same voice said, I wanted to grab a hold of it and say something but I couldn't. My eyes were full of light and the darkness was slowly fading into the light.Everything was blurry and nothing made sense, as if my eyes were watering with salty tears but I didn't feel anything wet coming out of them. Nothing what so ever, but the blurriness was still lingering inside them.

'Oh my god, Ty! C'mon babe, open your eyes!' female voice was pleading me, but it was so freaking damn hard.

'Ty, c'mon sweetie.' again, another voice and this time it was deeper but still feminine at the same time. 

The frustration wouldn't go away, as if it glued itself to my body and started to suck out every part of me. Every sane part that was still left in this lifeless body of mine. I want to fucking wake up, I really do but my eyes won't open themselves; that is it. I will do it, I will fucking do it.

My eyes opened themselves halfway and the pure ray of bright light hit them hard, I hissed and closed them once more. God dammit, why was the light so bright in here? And the beeping of something was still annoying me hard, I just wanted to turn it off and get out of here. But the question was, where am I? Once more I tried to open my eyes and this time the light wasn't so bright, blinking few times I saw a bunch of blurred out figures standing on either side of my bed. 

'M-Mum..' my voice sounded hoarse, as if I haven't used it for a long time or haven't drank for an equal amount of days. I could hear my mother laughing gently, as if she was thanking someone that I spoke to her, weird. Loud sounds of shuffling was coming my way and the bed creaked, I felt the warm hand on my cheek, stroking it gently and then I saw who it was. It was my Mother, she didn't have any make-up on and her hair was tied back in a messy pony-tail; she wore a black t-shirt that was way too big for her and a pair of washed out jeans.