Dead or Alive? (Joshler)

Chapter 3

"JOSH!!" Tyler screamed running towards his pale friend.

"Ty-" Josh said, coughing up blood.

"Hold on josh, I'm getting help." Tyler responded, tears forming in his eyes. Tyler dialed 9-1-1.
"MY BEST FRIEND IS DYING WE'RE DOWN THE TRAIL AND OFF PATH ON THE PLAYGROUND— WELL SHIT IM IN PANIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT DAMN TRAIL"

"Ty- L-Look at me" Just hearing Josh's voice that weak made Tyler take the phone away from his ear and set it down. "Closer." He moves his head closer. "Closer.." his head went even closer to Josh's feeling his hot breath on his lips. "I love you" and their lips connected. It was a light peck, but on the softest lips anyone could own- like a cloud. And Tyler was in heaven for just a second, having his first but most meaningful kiss. After the heaven scene disappeared, the warm breath from josh was relaxing, and heavy, and suddenly the hot breath coming from Josh was gone.

"Josh?" Tyler cried, "no Joshie. Please!! Josh come on!!" Tyler removed Josh's shirt revealing stab wounds, that Tyler wasn't paying attention to see previously. "Shit!! Josh please!! Please.." Tyler had no idea what he was doing, but he covered the wounds with Josh's shirt, and started CPR. "Josh please... please.." No heartbeat. He did mouth to mouth and everything, the lips touching together didn't mean anything to him right now. They weren't soft, or magical like the first kiss, they were still, cold, and lifeless.

Finally, the police arrived. Tyler couldn't decide if it had been minutes or hours. "Josh... please..." Tyler begged, sadness clearly taking over his voice, as he continued the chest compressions. "Josh..."

"Sir we've got this from here." The paramedics told Tyler, trying to get him off of the stiff body. From inspection the next set of words were "sir, he's gone. You need to stop."

"Josh.. please, please.." Tyler said while continuing compressions, tears falling rapidly as if they could make their own ocean. They fell so tenderly on Josh's body, that it seemed so fake. After asking Tyler to stop compressions 6 times, the police had to drag him off of Josh. Tyler shrieked. "JOSH!!" And all of a sudden the scene replayed. Josh falling, The kiss, the stiffness, the wounds, the compressions, the crying, the pain, the end, and repeat.

It was the end. And as soon as Tyler gained mobility he stood up and started hitting his head on the swing set. He needed to end it. End the pain, end the scene, end the trauma. Boom, boom, boom. Officers pulled him away, all of a sudden, there was no use of his arms, all he could do is wriggle. Tyler in his own world, that he had no idea he was being carried by policemen.

As the blood dripped from his head, all he could remember is that puddle of blood, or Josh coughing up blood as he stumbled to the playground. All Tyler could do was scream, but that didn't help, it brought back the vision of him screaming. "MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPP PLEASEEE"

And like you could assume, with the unfairness of this damn life, it didn't fucking stop. It replayed, and Tyler was forced on to a stretcher and was tied down. Sirens wailed. Where were they going? Where was josh? "Please, make it stop, it hurts.." tears fell from the immobile, fragile little boy. He was as skinny as a stick, and as far as he knew, after the aftermath, he'd be as skinny and as breakable as a toothpick.

He looked the paramedic in the eyes and said "make it stop.. please... please.." and finally, after so much pain it did stop. But again, we're living in this cruel world, so the chances of Tyler to wake up again, and go through more and more of this pain were over likely.