:[march to the sea]:

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major trigger warnings for self harm, rape, suicide, etc

T Y L E R

We're sitting on Josh's bed.

"Promise you'll still tolerate me after?" I just need him to say it another time.

"Tyler, I'll always enjoy your presence no matter what happens. I'll forgive you for what ever happens, I promise you. It isn't your fault, so I would have nothing against you. I'll be alright, and so will you. Do whatever you need to, you don't need to be constantly holding something back. And if it means anything to you, I love you." I know he means he loves me as a friend, but something in me wants it to be more than that.

"I love you too." I let him know.

Go ahead blurry, I'm tired of you.

B L U R R Y F A C E

"Finally." I groan. I look down at my clothes. "What is this faggot wearing?" I see my clothes and necessities laying on the bed next to me. I look up at Josh. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get dressed." I hiss.

He points behind him. "Bathrooms right there." I stand up with a groan, grabbing my clothes. I walk into the bathroom and start changing. I take time to admire all the disgusting scars littered across Tyler's body.

I put in the contacts and rub the paint on my hands and neck before walking back into Josh's room. Josh looks surprised to see me like this.

"Let's get down to business. I know the others told you not to believe me, but they're just trying to protect Tyler. You should know the real him." I start, sitting back down on the bed uncomfortably close to the other boy. "If you haven't realized it yet, Tyler's a disgusting human. He's done horrible things in his life. The kind of shit in your nightmares. Let's just say your little boyfriend isn't as innocent as he seems. Speaking of innocence, were you aware that Tyler was used as a sex slave for months? Or that all those years he spent not in school, he was in an institution?" I got progressively closer during my little rant. Now I'm basically breathing on his face, which causes him to shiver.

"That doesn't make me feel any different about him. He's still Tyler, that's all in his past now." He replies. I stare into his eyes.

"You would be really disgusted if you saw his body. Even he can't look at it without wanting to throw up." I inform him.

"I'm sure he looks stunning, you've just brainwashed him into thinking he looks bad. You're the disgusting one." He barks.

"Aw, you're no fun." I whine. Let's see how fun he really is.

"Sorry buddy. I'd much rather talk to Tyler than you."

"Let's see how fun you really are" I recite before smashing my lips against his. He doesn't kiss back, just pulls away. But I keep going, pushing him back against the bed. I situate myself so I'm straddling him, pinning his arms above his head. He keeps trying to struggle away from me, which I respond to by my rolling my hips against his.

I finally let him go when I get bored of him not responding to me with anything but resistance.

"What the fuck?" He shouts as I back off of him.