Noose // Joshler

I kinda like when I make you cry

Screaming...

Blood...

Knives...

Guns...

Running...

Silence.

I wake up, sweating, crying, shaking.

I curl up in a ball, scooting out of Tyler's arms, and try to get my head around what I just witnessed. Tears streaming down my face. I quickly grab my shoes. I make a little note for Tyler, for when he wakes up.

Tyler,

I'm going for a walk.

We need to talk when I get back.

-Josh

I open the door and walk out. I make my way out of the pack house. Once outside, I go into the woods. I'm covered by the thicket of trees. I strip and change into my wolf form, Spooky Jim (I'm not even sorry). I make my way through the Labyrinth of trees. I soon find myself standing in front of the big oak tree. The noose swing in from the cool breeze. I stare at it. I sit down, stare, and let the thoughts roll in. 

You should just end it.

Worthless.

Nothing. 

Fat.

Ugly.

Do it.

Do it.

Just, do it.

No one cares.

But, soon enough, even to soon, the sun starts to rise. The sun fit perfectly in the center of the noose. I let out a sigh and remove my stare. I get up. I begin to run back to the house, running from the thoughts, the noose, everything.

Shit, I think, I need clothes, I can't get through the door as a wolf. I whine and scratch at the door, hoping the pack is up. After a few minutes, Astro, the Beta, and Titan, the lead hunter, open the door. They look down at me and giggle. I growl at them and they back off and let me in.

I huff and run up to my room. I quietly open the door and trot over to my closet. I turn back to my human form and throw on some clothes. I turn around to see Tyler staring at me. I throw my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and groan. 

"Tyler," I start.

"W-when.. were y-you," He gulped and continued, "g-going to tell m-me?"

I look at the floor and sigh. "I should have know better than to not tell you, never mind keep you here."

He looked at me. "O-oh," was all he managed to get out. He began to gather his things to leave.

"Tyler... Please stay," I plead him. He ignores me. I grab his wrist. "Tyler, I saw.. the nightmare."

"I-It was r-real..." Tyler face began to flood with tears. I quickly run over to him and hug him tightly. 

"I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry," I say. We stand there. A small boy hugged to an almost stranger's chest. Tears, shaking, small comforts coming out of the taller boy's mouth (Yes, Josh is taller in this. Fite me). 

N/A: Yay! I posted. Great. I don't know what to say other than this was a heavy chapter. Stay alive my children.