Down In The Forest

Chapter 1

Tyler's P.O.V

Hey, I'm Tyler. I'm seventeen and today Is my first day here at this school. It's always awkward starting a new school anytime other than the beginning of the year because everyone already has their friendship groups and stuff, but I'm fine with that. Our family is constantly moving about, so I figured, what's the point of making friends when I'm going to have to leave them in a couple of months anyway? Not that I would be able to make any friends anyway. Did I mention I have social anxiety? I guess it doesn't really affect me, I don't talk to anyone anyway, but whatever.
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I'm sat on my own in form time, while everyone else is sat in their "cliques" as you might call them; meanwhile I'm thinking about how much I really wish I was somewhere else, anywhere else. Contemplating whether I should just run out the door and never return. My anxiety was ever growing as the "cliques" stared at me evilly, as if a was just a worthless piece of flesh
"because you are a worthless piece of flesh."
"go away" I say quietly, clenching my fists slightly. I can't explain why it happens. It's as if there is another person living in my brain, and it's taking control. It's as if my doubt has come to life, but at the moment it's my best friend. Sometimes I wish I could talk to people, real people, but it would end in tears and I shed enough of them as it is, I don't need anymore. Did I mention I have depression as well? Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I can see one "clique" smiling at me, and in a nice way as well. I haven't really been in a situation like this one, so it just sit there in silence, hoping they stop looking. Unfortunately, one of the guys motions for the others to come over to where I am. Great, there's nothing I love more than being stuck in a situation where I am forced to talk to total strangers.
"they're not coming to talk to you, no one wants to talk to you"
for once I hope he's right.

Oh God he's wrong

Josh's P.O.V

Its the first day of the term and I notice this new guy sat by himself in the centre of the class. It's got to be tough started school when everyone always has their friendship groups. I started the same way, back in year 7. Luckily for me, there was a group of people willing to be my friends and make me feel welcome. We're still best friends to this day, and we were lucky to have stayed in the same form for year 8 and 10 And this year. The other years we got separated. I feel sorry for him, especially since all the other gangs were making him feel as unwelcome as possible. I notice him talking to himself, I guess it's a little weird but he seems cool, I decide to get everyone to walk over to him. I think we're going to be really good friends.

Tylers P.O.V

I felt my heartbeat quickening with every step they took closer to me. I can't speak to people. I physically can't do it. No matter how hard I try. I wanted to die. Right there, but God or whoever it is out there was cruel and made me live.
"Hey, I'm Josh, Josh Dun. This is Gerard, Frank, Brendon, Patrick, Pete, Melanie and Michael"
"Hi!" They all said in unison which creeped my out a little. 
"H-hey, I'm T-Tyler Joseph." I stuttered. Why do I find it so difficult to talk to people? It's like there's a brick wall cutting me off from the rest of the world.
"Hi Tyler, how are you?" Josh, I think, said. What does he care how I feel? If I wanted to tell someone how I feel I would tell them.
"I'm fine, I guess... And you?"
what was I doing!? I'm not meant to be having a conversation. Still, it was a pretty big achievement for me, and I felt the slightest feeling of pride.
"So what? You said a few words. Any NORMAL person with a NORMAL mind can do that. Get over yourself, you pathetic idiot" 
Pride, gone.
"I'm good thanks" Josh said, smiling. I smiled back, weakly, but I smiled. I don't know what was happening. I never do this, why now? "What the HELL do you think you are doing? You're not supposed to make friends. You've not made friends before, and you're not going to make any now."
there was an awkward silence for a few moments. Gerard, or was it Frank, finally
broke the silence. 
"So, Tyler, what lesson do you have first?"
I scanned my timetable.
"English"
"Oh cool! Josh and I have English first too." Would you like us to show you the way?"
"No Tyler, you don't. No friends. Say no, or it it'll end up in tears. You don't deserve friends, Say No." 
I wanted to say yes. God knows I desperately wanted to say yes...
"No, I think I'll manage"
No friends, no friends.

Hey, I'm Tyler. I'm seventeen and today Is my first day here at this school. It's always awkward starting a new school anytime other than the beginning of the year because everyone already has their friendship groups and stuff, but I'm fine with that. Our family is constantly moving about, so I figured, what's the point of making friends when I'm going to have to leave them in a couple of months anyway? Not that I would be able to make any friends anyway. Did I mention I have social anxiety? I guess it doesn't really affect me, I don't talk to anyone anyway, but whatever.
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I'm sat on my own in form time, while everyone else is sat in their "cliques" as you might call them; meanwhile I'm thinking about how much I really wish I was somewhere else, anywhere else. Contemplating whether I should just run out the door and never return. My anxiety was ever growing as the "cliques" stared at me evilly, as if a was just a worthless piece of flesh
"because you are a worthless piece of flesh."
"go away" I say quietly, clenching my fists slightly. I can't explain why it happens. It's as if there is another person living in my brain, and it's taking control. It's as if my doubt has come to life, but at the moment it's my best friend. Sometimes I wish I could talk to people, real people, but it would end in tears and I shed enough of them as it is, I don't need anymore. Did I mention I have depression as well? Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I can see one "clique" smiling at me, and in a nice way as well. I haven't really been in a situation like this one, so it just sit there in silence, hoping they stop looking. Unfortunately, one of the guys motions for the others to come over to where I am. Great, there's nothing I love more than being stuck in a situation where I am forced to talk to total strangers.
"they're not coming to talk to you, no one wants to talk to you"
for once I hope he's right.

Oh God he's wrong

Josh's P.O.V

Its the first day of the term and I notice this new guy sat by himself in the centre of the class. It's got to be tough started school when everyone always has their friendship groups. I started the same way, back in year 7. Luckily for me, there was a group of people willing to be my friends and make me feel welcome. We're still best friends to this day, and we were lucky to have stayed in the same form for year 8 and 10 And this year. The other years we got separated. I feel sorry for him, especially since all the other gangs were making him feel as unwelcome as possible. I notice him talking to himself, I guess it's a little weird but he seems cool, I decide to get everyone to walk over to him. I think we're going to be really good friends.

Tylers P.O.V

I felt my heartbeat quickening with every step they took closer to me. I can't speak to people. I physically can't do it. No matter how hard I try. I wanted to die. Right there, but God or whoever it is out there was cruel and made me live.
"Hey, I'm Josh, Josh Dun. This is Gerard, Frank, Brendon, Patrick, Pete, Melanie and Michael"
"Hi!" They all said in unison which creeped my out a little. 
"H-hey, I'm T-Tyler Joseph." I stuttered. Why do I find it so difficult to talk to people? It's like there's a brick wall cutting me off from the rest of the world.
"Hi Tyler, how are you?" Josh, I think, said. What does he care how I feel? If I wanted to tell someone how I feel I would tell them.
"I'm fine, I guess... And you?"
what was I doing!? I'm not meant to be having a conversation. Still, it was a pretty big achievement for me, and I felt the slightest feeling of pride.
"So what? You said a few words. Any NORMAL person with a NORMAL mind can do that. Get over yourself, you pathetic idiot" 
Pride, gone.
"I'm good thanks" Josh said, smiling. I smiled back, weakly, but I smiled. I don't know what was happening. I never do this, why now? "What the HELL do you think you are doing? You're not supposed to make friends. You've not made friends before, and you're not going to make any now."
there was an awkward silence for a few moments. Gerard, or was it Frank, finally
broke the silence. 
"So, Tyler, what lesson do you have first?"
I scanned my timetable.
"English"
"Oh cool! Josh and I have English first too." Would you like us to show you the way?"
"No Tyler, you don't. No friends. Say no, or it it'll end up in tears. You don't deserve friends, Say No." 
I wanted to say yes. God knows I desperately wanted to say yes...
"No, I think I'll manage"
No friends, no friends.