[COMPLETED | RE-WRITE OF ORIGINAL !!!]
aka the one in which Tyler's failed suicide attempt lands him in rehab where he meets Josh; an unreadable boy who changes his hair colour everyday, and maybe, just maybe, he's exactly what Tyler needs.
cover a...
tw: mentions of blood, implied past self harm, and subsequent scars.
(im being overly cautious with these, nothing is very graphic or explicit i promise)
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Tyler woke with a start, shuddering violently, still trapped inside his nightmare. He could still feel the sticky liquid pool over his wrists and trickle down his wrists, it made Tyler flinch pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands as the feeling filtered away, leaving a horrible tingling sensation behind. He took a shaky breath and opted for staring out the window of the moving vehicle, pretending not to notice the concerned glance coming from his siblings sat next to him. Maddie shuffled closer in her seat, encasing one of Tyler's covered hands with her own, resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed and leaned into her comforting touch, placing a small kiss to the top of her head. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the dark thoughts lurking in the corners of his mind as the car pulled down a long driveway.
There was a woman waiting for them when the car pulled to a stop and they all filed out the vehicle.
"Welcome to our facility." The woman greeted them from the doorstep of the large house.
It was the biggest house Tyler had ever seen, a huge white country manor. There was something distinctly homely about its exterior that felt forced and fake, it made Tyler's skin crawl. This wasn't some holiday home or country retreat -despite its exterior or surrounding forest- this was an asylum and the exterior was just a way of keeping his guard down so he won't struggle when he's incarcerated.
Maddie grabbed tightly onto his hand as his whole family was lead inside. Tyler tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling in his gut and focused on his sister's tight hold, too desperate to keep her close to admit she was pressing on his bandages.
The lobby of the building was much like the outside. It was spacious; the walls were white and clinical but furnished heavily with lamps and beige couches and fake flowers as though it was a show home. There was a front desk with someone sat behind it typing away on a computer.
The only comfort Tyler had so far was that it looked and smelt nothing like a hospital, he hated hospitals, they made his skin itch. Although, he'd take hospital nurses over the woman who had greeted them at this point. She was wearing an obviously forced smile, talking to Tyler and his siblings like they were stupid or unable to hold a basic understanding of the English language.
"Before we can get you settled into your room you'll need to see the doctor and then your personal therapist, they're just going to do a quick assessment to get an idea of where you're at."
She then moved her patronising gaze towards Tyler's mother. "There's just some paper work to sign on your part," she turned back to Tyler as a man in scrubs came over. "We just need to check your bags and your pockets, it's all standard procedure, I'm sure you understand." Her smile seemed even more forced now, but Tyler nodded, practically shaking when his sister's hands slipped from his.
