Voices ❀ Joshler

2 | Ditch

Tyler angrily stared at his reflection, clenched fists, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

No one cares about you. You're ugly and worthless. Just kill yourself already.

"Leave me alone!" He yelled and punched the mirror. Glass shattering and spreading all over his floor. He hissed and looked at his hand, blood coming out each knuckle.

His hands were shaking, he didn't know why. Was it because of the pain? Or because he actually just broke something? He let out a shaky breath and carried his body mirror out his room and rest it on the wall of the hallway. Luckily, he was home alone so no one would hear him.

He wiped away his already dried tears with his wrist and sniffed.
"Fuck, I have to clean." He grabbed a broom and swept away all the glass. He gulped as a large piece of glass with an extra sharp point was still on the ground.

Just do it.

He shook his head and swept the piece away. He threw away all the glass and the mirror.

He stared at his knuckles and ran to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and pulled out some gauze. He quickly wrapped it around his knuckles and put the gauze away.

He groaned as the doorbell dinged. He went to the door and opened the door.

"Ye- oh you're that kid that got my things." Tyler said confused.

"Oh yeah." He smiled and looked at his shoes.

"I never got your name. My names Tyler " he shrugged.

"Joshua, but I prefer josh." He answered.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked, trying his best to sound to polite.

"I, uh, heard yelling and wanted to see if you were okay." He said shyly.

"Oh. Um, s-sorry, I got mad." Tyler stuttered. 'Did I really yell that loud?' He thought to himself.

"Oh okay. So I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" josh said and backed up.

"Uh yeah. Bye." He let out a small smile.

"Bye." Josh said and walked away. Tyler shut the door and sighed.

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"Hey, Tyler!" Tyler turned his head and saw josh. He put a few things in his bag and closed his locker.

"Hi." He answered.

"Josh?" He called.

"Yes?"

"Not to sound mean or anything. But why are you talking to me? Is it like a bet or dare?" He asked. Josh furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I dont know. Its just that no one ever talks to me unless they're forced to." Tyler frowned and leaned against the lockers.

"Oh. I'm talking to you 'cause you seem nice. No one really talks to me either. I just have like two friends but we hardly talk." He shrugged.