The Much Needed Road Trip

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---Tyler's POV---

Its been about, I don't know, maybe two weeks since Josh left. We still talk, only when it's about the band and music and whatever.

It's been hard.
I'm losing sleep, I haven't been eating like I used to, it's all just crap.
It's my fault though.
I could've dumped Jenna but I didn't. And I lied to Josh.

So now, here I am, getting prepared for another date that I don't care for.
Well I still have two more nights.

Jenna was on me since that night.
Asking about when our date was gonna be. She knew I was supposed to propose soon so she was extremely happy.

I wrote a lot lately. Wrote songs I knew I'd never release. Or perform.
They were too personal.

Anyway, I looked through the pantry and the fridge of my apartment and decided to buy groceries.

I didn't feel like driving. Luckily, my friend, Chris, said he'd drive me.

Chris tried to talk to me during the drive but I didn't talk back. I didn't say anything. I just listened to the piano section of a song I came up with as the end of our vessel album.

I mumbled some of the truce lyrics, as I looked out of the window thinking about Josh.
I wanted to stop, I wanted to. But I knew I couldn't.

Josh didn't want me anymore. That was that.

---Josh's POV---

Yeah, it hurt to break up with Tyler, but it hurt more that he lied to me about Jenna.

Our texts are about the band and only about the band.
Only about music. Not about how our days were or if we were fine. Nope.

It's been almost three weeks since that happened. I didn't want to, but I had to.

I moved into another apartment building. I'm doing fine by myself.
I usually go shopping every other week just to keep my mind off of things.

My closet's full of shoes and hoodies and drumsticks. Oh the drumsticks.

Tyler used to buy me those..

Anyway, I don't think about him a lot. I have a feeling he's probably doing just as fine as I am.

I mean, besides the Jenna thing, I'm sure he's fine.

---back to 3rd person---

After Tyler's shopping was done, he made himself some dinner and took a quick shower. He turned off all the lights but left his room light on. He shut his door and locked it.

He always did that. He was always paranoid, even more so now that Josh wasn't there.
Tyler sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, he looked down and clenched his fists.

The whispering and the voices that bothered him as a teenager came back. Slowly, but surely.

Tyler's constant mumbling came back, his mumbling was apparently him "fighting back" against the voices in his head.

It's your fault Tyler. You shouldn't have done that to him.
Now look at you, alone and afraid, just how you used to be.

A familiar voice echoed through Tyler's head.
A voice too familiar.
It was Tyler's voice.
No, this was more distorted, more raspy and low.

Tyler stood up and shuffled to the nightstand where he had his glass of water. He reached for it but stopped.

"It's your fault." He mumbled to himself.

"He left. He left because of you, Tyler. It's your fault. "

"No. No it's not my... My fault."
Tyler said a bit louder.
He was fighting himself. He was battling his mind, like when he was younger.

"ITS YOUR FAULT YOU DAMN MISTAKE!"

"NO ITS NOT! ITS NOT MY FAULT ITS YOURE FAULT!"

Tyler ran his fingers through his messy hair as he stumbled around the room.
"Not my fault not my fault." He repeated over and over.

Tyler stopped as he looked in the mirror. He saw his reflection, only, it's face was like, smeared.
The reflection, had no face. Instead, it had nine circles. Two red, the rest white.

Tyler screamed in anger as he punched the mirror, shattering the glass.

He looked at his red fist, it hadn't cut him.

"Josh...don't let me be gone..." He mumbled as he laid down and passed out from exhaustion.

Cheesy ending, I know. I felt like writing or typing whatever. Again the title will come into play later.