4:05am
Tyler lays on his bed, bored out of his mind. He has listened to every song on his phone, yet he still can't fall asleep.
Why?
He's not sure.
He looks down at his arms, his marks, his scars. He feels ashamed.
He looks over at his dresser. Something metal flashes, catching the light from the moon.
Tyler shudders. He walks over to his door and grabs his backpack, unzipping it as slowly as he can.
He grabs his sketchbook and sits on his bed with his head resting on the headboard. He grabs a pencil on his nightstand, taking a moment to admire his set of sharpies and color pencils. He thinks about what he's going to do tonight. What about a song? He looks over at his alarm clock:
4:10am
Nah. He wants to draw. He thinks about drawing Josh. Stunning, perfect Josh. He smiles.
The smile doesn't last for long.
He opens the book, and immediately slaps his hand over his mouth. In the corner of the page, it says "Josh Dun, English Period 3". Tears form in the corner of his eye.
He can picture it. Josh has seen everything. He probably thinks Tyler is a freak. He's probably shredded the book, and made a vow to never talk to Tyler again.
Oh no. Oh no.
Tyler cries.
Tyler cries a lot.
