WE RUN ❁ JOSHLER

Chapter 3

Tyler wondered where he could get the metal blade that the article spoke of.

Then he remembered that the razor he uses to shave has a metal blade in it! So, Tyler went into the bathroom, got his razor out, and broke it open.

Once it was broken, Tyler took the metal blade and went into his bedroom.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, rolled up his sleeve and lightly slid the blade across his wrist.

Nothing.

Tyler furrowed his brows. "How could nothing have happened?" He thought.

So, he tried again, a little harder this time, but still:

Nothing.

Yet, he tried again. This time a lot harder, and:

Finally.

Blood came oozing out of the wound Tyler had just made for himself.

Tyler had closed his eyes, expecting to be in heaven when he opened them again, but when he did, he was disappointed to find that he was still in his small, boring bedroom.

Tyler frowned, and made a few more cuts, going even harder than the first time.

This one was deep, and bled more than the first.

But Tyler was still not in heaven, thus he was not satisfied.

"No!"

Tyler stood up, and threw the blade on the floor.

"I should be in heaven!"

He started to cry, and his blood dripped all over the floor.

Tyler noticed this and ran into the bathroom to try and stop it.

Yeah, if he let it continue he could have possibly ended up in heaven, but Tyler didn't really know that, and would rather keep his tiny home clean.

Eventually, he managed to get the bleeding to stop, and then cleaned the blood off his bedroom floor, and the blood that had gotten on the hallway floor, bathroom floor, and bathroom sink.

He then took a shower, and afterwards went back into his bedroom. Tyler was exhausted and decided to just head to sleep.

However, on his walk over to his bed, he nearly stepped on the blade he had thrown on the floor.

He picked it up and tossed it into the drawer of the bedside table.