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\TRIGGER WARNING/

blurryface's pov
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tyler's always been a mistake.

nobody really cared for him,

nobody really loved him,

nobody really even noticed him.

he was just there.

nobody should even bother talking to him.

he's weak; he is far from strong.

he's insecure; always uncertain of himself or he's always anxious.

he's self concious; he's uncomfortable in his own skin.

he's depressed; he slits his wrist because he's a mistake. he's a failure and he knows it.

he's suicidal; he wants to leave because he's miserable.

i mean, yeah, jaycee and josh do stick around..

but do they really enjoy him?

because, hell. everyone hates him.

everyone loved ty until senior year.

he began to get bullied because he got skinnier. funny, right?

"what do you do? starve yourself?"

"tyler, you depressed? because your goody-goody ass can't get any friends? is that why you starve yourself?"

and then he got bullied for writing songs.

in fact; a girl named marisa bullied him about his music so badly, she burned his song writing book.

"dude, your captain of the basketball team. the least you can do is be suicidal."

"i-im not-" he'd say.

"explain the weird music you write then,"

then, at home.

his dad, he beat tyler.

and long after that, tyler...

tyler was raped.

by his own therapist.

that's why he was so afraid at the hospital.

that's why he was terrified of the nurse that got on him.

and after tyler grew very suicidal and depressed, i grew more upon him.

and the more i came, the more scared he was.

i've been with tyler since he was 16, and he's now 28. 12 years I've been with him.

and these past 12 years, I've been reminding him how terrible he is to world.

he's knows he is, he just doesn't want to believe it.

he wants to die,

but he is afraid.

"tyler," i said, hissing in his ear.

there was silence.

"whywhywhy?!" i asked frantically.

"w-what do you want?" tyler asked quietly, plugging his ears now.

"tyler, you're sad right now. and i'm here for you. josh and your girlfirend aren't here right now, so i'm the only one who has your back, friend."

tyler sniffed and nodded his back.

"you know what you need to do. get your blades, tyler." i said softly.

tyler nodded and broke out sobbing as he grabbed the box of blades from under his bed.

"you know what else you need to do, ty."

"i don't wanna die-"

"but you do. don't deny it."

tyler just nodded, crying quietly, slitting the cold metal on his skin.

another
              night
                        of
                            terror

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i haven't updated in forever omf I'm so sorry guys.

I'm trying to get finished with this book faster, and we are getting there.

we're almost done.

alright guys, I'm gonna go try and put my depressed ass to bed.

much love, xx.💞💞

-jaycee