Tyler woke up in the middle of the road, his bike laid flat next to him. He wasn't sure how he go there or how long he had been there. He had a faint memory of a man with a blurry face. He rubbed his eyes and started riding home.
His sister was jumping on the trampoline while his mom sat next to her reading Steven King's "It". She watched him walk into the house but didn't say a thing. He read the note on the fridge, it said: "Where is Tyler?" He rolled his eyes and got out a drink. He wracked his brain trying to think of why the hell he woke up in the middle of the road.
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"Tyler you're such a dick!" Zack exclaimed after he made a snarky reply to something his brother had said about college and voting. "Whoa Zack, a little hostile there, maybe Mom and Dad should pay for you to go to therapy and have someone listen to all of your thoughts," Tyler replied with the slightest smirk. "Wanna tell Mom and Dad why you've stopped taking your medication?" He responded and Tyler clenched his fists tight. "You're such a fuckass!" Tyler exclaimed and Zack laughed. "Did you just call me a fuckass?" He continued to laugh and Mom told us it was enough. "You can go suck a fuck!" He said and Jay asked, "what's a fuckass?" Innocently.
After dinner that night his mom came into his room to try to talk to him about the pills. "You take the goddamn pills then, see how you feel." Tyler complained irritatedly. She knew the conversation was going nowhere so she left the room, letting the door close with a solid thud. "Bitch." Tyler said angrily as she walked away, then proceeded to take his pills that he hated and go to bed.
"Wake up." The familiar voice whispered. "Follow me." It whispered and Tyler obeyed. "I've been watching you." It told him as they began to walk together, out of the house.
"Twenty-eight Days." Tyler didn't notice he was sleepwalking. "Six hours." He didn't notice the blurry man in front of him. "Forty-two minutes." He didn't know he was following him, or where he was going. "Twelve seconds." He had no idea what was going on at home. "That is when the world will end."
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Tyler was awoken on the golf course by two men he knew from the neighborhood. He was disoriented, to say the least. He noticed 28:06:42:12 written on his arm in black marker.
He trudged home to find that something had happened to his house. He tried to get past the police but got pushed back. "This is my house." He said and pushed past him.
He was shocked as he watched the huge crane pull something off of his house, right where is room would be. A tremble ran through his bones at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't sleepwalked last night. "It fell in your room." Maddy pointed out. "They don't know where it came from." Zack pointed out. Zack was so fascinated, Tyler, however, was mortified. He would have died.
His family was put in a hotel for the next couple days or so. His sister insisted it came from a plane.
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"You're like a celebrity man!" Brendon exclaimed. "Yeah, whatever." Tyler groaned, not wanting to talk about it. "Now that you're famous you need a smoke." Ryan said and Tyler rolled his eyes but took it from him anyways. He hated to admit that he was extremely stressed and could use anything to relax.
Maddy looked at him with her eyebrows raised. "Don't tell mom and dad and I'll buy you a new toy or something." He said and she smiled, "Deal."
Tyler light the cigarette with Ryan's lighter. He couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's events. He was lucky to still be alive
If it wasn't for that man, that thing he wouldn't be alive right now and that was a hard pill to swallow.
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Tyler walked down the halls with Brendon and Ryan by his sides, crossing paths with Gerard Way. The two boys glared at each other, neither of them batting an eye. Gerard gave Tyler a dirty look and continued on his way.
Sometimes it shocked Tyler when he noticed how oblivious the staff in this place could be, or more likely, how much they didn't care. He shook his head as he watched someone snort a crushed up pill while the principal practically stood behind his locker door, oblivious.
"Tyler Joseph." His teacher's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Perhaps your recent brush with mass destruction, you can give us your opinion." Here we go again. How many times would someone have to bring it up? "Well, uhh," He toyed with his pencil nervously, "destruction is a form of creation."
Before she had the chance to stay something the classroom door opened and in walked a boy. I have to admit, he's pretty cute. "Can we help you?" The teacher asked the boy. "Uhh, I was transferred to this class." He said and looked around the room nervously. "Alright." She said shortly. "Where do I sit?" He asked, scanning the room once again. "Sit next to the girl you think is the cutest." I wanted to roll my eyes as everyone whispered ooo. I watched him scan the room for the third time, his eyes lingered on a few people for a quick second. Two girls looked at each other and giggled after he took his eyes off of their friend.
I was certain he was going to sit with them until his eyes locked on me. I felt my heart beat a little bit faster. He's joking, right? He looked at the teacher than to the girl next to me then back to me. "Oh, okay then, Jonnie, move." The teacher said. Jonnie did as she was told and the boy took the seat next to me.
