3 months layer
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Everything was not okay. It kept happening. And it happened whenever tyler felt happy. He decided to name his alter ego, and and so he called him blurryface. Blurryface hated him. Whenever he felt happiest, blurryface would take over. Everything merged into everything else. One police cell after the next. One fren hospitalised after the next.
The only safety was with josh. Josh had become tylers best and only freind. Whenever he woke up surrounded by concrete walls, josh was there. Josh seemed able to hold blurryface at bay when Tyler was with him. Maybe blurryface was...scared of josh. It certainly seemed like it. He hoped so. Josh had still never explained how he always knew what to do or why he had inexplicably stepped in to help, but tyler was glad he did.
Josh couldn't always be there, however, and Tyler had resorted to extreme measures to make sure he was always sad. He never did anything with his family anymore, and he willingly provoked his uncle. The beatings hurt, but it hurt more when he came home from the police station. He never wore anything but long sleeves, to hide the scars and scabs on his wrists, but he was proud he had never turned to drugs. Drugs would only make it worse, he reasoned, because happiness made blurryface angry.
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Tyler lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating life. He didn't know what to do, and he was scared. Blurryface kept coming out and he could do almost nothing to stop it. Maybe it would be better if he just killed himself. The razor blades were in the bottom of his nightstand draw, hidden under some boxes. It would be so easy, he reasoned. One more time. Deeper than ever before. Then he could just slip into...Whatever came next. Nobody would miss him.
He was about ready to do it, to open his drawer and die, when he heard a knock at his door. He quickly wiped the tears off of his face and tried to make his voice as neutral as possible.
"Come in"
It was his mother, and he could see josh's unmistakable brown hair poking out from over her shoulder. Josh hadn't dyed his hair again after it grew back.
"Honey, josh is here"
Tyler didn't say anything and she awkwardly backed out of his room. Josh walked in and closed the door behind him, before lying next to tyler and staring arte cracked ceiling with him. It was off white in colour, and spotted with brown damp patches.
"You've been crying"
It was was a statement,not a question.
"Yes," Tyler admitted. He hoped josh would understand.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really"
This frustrated josh. Tyler was his best freind at this point but he was unwilling to open up about anything and this made it much more difficult to help him.
"Josh, how do know so much about my...situation?"
"I...I used to be like you tyler. Yellow was my colour, like yours is red. That's how I know"
"What happened? I mean, how did you get rid of it?"
"I don't know. It hasn't happened for years. It just stopped one day."
Tyler didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand, he was glad to have someone with.. experience, but on the other hand, josh's blurryface could come back at any moment, which was scary. Really scary.
"Hey tyler?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we try something?"
"Sure!"
Josh thought for a moment. Did he really want to go through with this?
"I need you to think of your happiest memory"
"Josh, I can't do that or..."
Josh cut him off.
"Don't worry about that."
Tyler thought back to the time he rode a rollercoaster for the first time. The wind through his hair, the exhilarated screaming and the sheer euphoria. Just as he knew it would, everything started to turn red and a familiar cold sensation began to spread upwards from his toes. Before he blacked out, he felt josh clamp his hand over his mouth. He was holding a rag soaked with some kind of chemical and Tyler didn't have the strength to resist. As the sharp fumes cut at the back of his throat, tyler vaguely remebered wondering what josh was doing, and then he knew nothing.
