A/N This is my first story guys. Take it easy on me cx
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We sit in silence, staring impassively at one another. I know this routine all too well. We do this dance every Thursday afternoon, 5:00 on the dot. I slowly bring my right knee to my chest, sinking slightly further into the plush chair. He understands this move, too. I watch closely as he taps the top of his pen on the clipboard and copies something down. I know he pays attention. He never misses a thing.
He knows I won't break, and I know that eventually he will begin, breaking our patient silence. I study his features, noticing how his beard has a tad bit more grey hairs than usual. The marks on his nose indicate he's been wearing his glasses more often as well. His eyes have lost their once vibrant green hue, and have settled into a murky hazel. Old age.
I feel a shiver move down my spine, thinking of growing old. I've always said that I would want to die before I'm old.
He finally begins, as usual, with one word.
"Tyler."
My anger flares.
I hate that word.
I hate it with a passion. He always says it, never understanding what that actually means. It is the most useless word I've ever known. What a stupid name.
"Who?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
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A/N I might change this drastically. I have no idea if I honestly like where I'm going with this. I have a lot of ideas. Also this isn't really Blurry talking at the moment. It's basically a character who sits between Tyler and Blurry. Again I don't know guys this is such a hardcore complex idea I don't know what I'm getting myself into. I'm sorry if this sucks.
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FanfictionT/W* talk about anxiety, depression, self-harm, suicide, therapy, multiple personalities. "This is not who I'm supposed to be. " Story told mainly from Blurry/Middle personality's point of view. Trying something new. Pretty sure this will be crap b...
