I thought the next time i see white was when i was in heaven, this wasn't how it was suppose to be. I look around at the plain white walls, the small wooden bedside table, how the bed doesn't even have a frame. How the sheets are rough, thin and white. There was no colour, no window, no comfort. This is how it's supposed to be.
My dream is dead, life turns my plans on their head. Tyler Joseph warned me of this. I didn't listen to him at all. I should have kept fighting. He made it, but I am not him. And now i'm here. Alone in this room, in the mental health ward.
My dad, he must have called 111, I must've been saved then brought down here. What are they going to do to me down here? Tears start to appear, I don't know anything anymore, I reject it, I regret all of it. I should have kept fighting. People have it far worse than me. Why do I still feel im better off dead? I'm not okay. I am so confused. The tears become sobs.
I stay in that state, on the frameless bed, crying my heart out, unsure of anything.
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My Tyler
Fanfictionwinter is not sure if she's disappointed in here or sad that she woke up after things got too hard. back things change after meeting one that truly suffered.
