We've Made It This Far Kid

Chapter 2

Tyler's POV

*Trigger Warning*

I went to that bridge to jump and found someone else there for the same reason.

I know exactly who he is. Josh Dun. The same boy I have had a crush on since I was 14. I am 17 now.

Josh is currently unconscious in my bed. He's been like that for a whole day now. I found him Saturday night. It's now Sunday, sometime in the afternoon.

That was probably not the smartest idea. I should have called an ambulance, but if I had called an ambulance they would have asked me why I was at the bridge. I in no way wanted to explain that. I checked Josh's pulse, it was still there to my relief.

He was in his underwear and socks. That's it. I had taken his shirt and pants off so I could clean and bandage his cuts. Some of them were really bad. The ones on his arms especially were. He was so skinny too. He had to be eating. What happened to him to make him go to that bridge?

He was drunk out of his mind when I found him. He could have gotten hit if I wasn't there. I took in a shaky breath at my next thought.

He could have jumped if I wasn't there.

I walked over to the bag he had with him. It was his school bag. I opened it to find a half full bottle of vodka, a full bottle of pills, and a razor. The full pill bottle was a relief. That means he didn't take any. I pocketed the razor, then picked up the bottle of vodka and went into my bathroom. I turned on the sink and dumped it down the drain. I took the empty bottle back into my room and put it back into Josh's bag. I also took the pills and dumped them into the toilet, then flushed them. I put the empty pill bottle back in his bag also.

I sat down on the edge of my bed, letting my head fall into my hands. Why would he do this?

I heard and felt rustling from behind me. I turned around to see Josh putting his arm over his eyes. Then remove it quickly and sit up. He grabbed his head immediately and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them he looked at me.

"What the fuck?" He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and, anger.

"H- Hi." I choked out weakly, waving.

"What. The. Fuck." He repeated.

I opened my mouth then closed it again.

"I should be dead. I should be fucking dead. Why the fuck am I not dead? Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? Oh, no, never mind. I know who you are. Tyler, right? We have some classes together. But I should be dead. Why did you help me. I was doing fine. I was going to take those pills and then- and then- and then jump. Or get hit. Or- or just die. I was going to fucking die and you fucking stopped me. Fuck you! I was going to finally fucking do the one thing everyone wants me to do! I was finally going to be fucking happy and you fucking ruined it! Fuck you!" Josh rambled and yelled at me.

"Josh. Stop. I dont know what happened but I did save you and you are alive. You are going to stay alive too." I dont know where this confidence boost came from.

"No Tyler. I'm not. I'm a fuck up. I deserve to die." He scrambled up and over to his bag.

He let out a strangled cry as he went through it. "No! What did you do?!?!?"

"I'm saving you. Now shut up and sit down." I told him standing up and pointing at my bed.

"No!" He yelled at me.

He looked around my room desperately. His gaze went to my window. He looked at me briefly than ran over to it. His hands scrambled to undo the locks as I ran over and tackled him.

"Get the fuck off of me!" He yelled at me squirming.

I latched on as tight as I could. He was definitely stronger than me by a lot. It took all my strength to hold on.

He stopped moving all of a sudden. I felt him crying before I heard it.

"Please." He voice was weak and pleading.

"Please let me die. Please just let me die. I don't deserve to live. I'm horrible. Please, Tyler. Please let me do this. Please-" He broke off and let out a choked sob.

I got off of his back and helped him into a sitting position.

"Josh. No. I'm not letting you kill yourself." I told him.

He looked at me with his tearstained face. His eyes looked so dull behind the gleam of the tears. The life was gone from them.

I felt my heart break.

"Why are you crying?" He asked me quietly.

I hadn't even noticed I was crying. "I'm not letting you kill yourself." I repeated.

He looked away, ashamed almost. "I know. You have made that very clear."

We sat like that for awhile. Him staring at his feet crying. An occasional sob would escape from his mouth and he would bring his hand up to cover his mouth like he was ashamed of it. I sat there watching him. Observing the way his blue hair bounced when that occasional sob happened. The way he would wipe away the tears before they reached his jawline.

Eventually he went quiet. He let his eyes close and sat there. Like he was urging all feelings away. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He suddenly looked up and spoke. "I'm sorry Tyler. I didn't mean what I said. I was, am, just upset. Broken."

"It's okay Josh. I forgive you." I told him.

"You do?" He asked me. Surprise was clearly written across his face.

"Yes. I forgive you Josh." I told him.

"Thank you." He whispered to me.

(Woo, look at that. It's an actual update that I don't hate. It's also early. Don't forget to vote and comment what you think. Thanks.)