Tyler's Angel-Book One-A Joshler Fanfic

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Tyler's POV
   I was cold...and everything seemed slower...more...numb.
   I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling of what appeared to be a stone room. The only light coming from the two small rectangular holes that each had three bars vertically through them,that were in the top of the wall directly in front of me. On opposite sides of the wall. It then occured to me that I didnt know where I was. I sat up slowly, light headed, observing the room that I seemed to be confined in. Upon further examination the cold stone walls themselves seemed to be charred with a black ash.
   I dared to touch the walls with the tips of my underoxygenated fingers. As I did the blackness seemed to slither it's way up to my elbows. Then crawling slowly up my neck.
   I wasnt scared by the blackness but, I was rather fascinated at what was happening. It did however make me worried to use my voice or hands for much of anything.
   The room or, rather cell I should call it, was fairly small, maybe only 12ft by 12ft.
   Thoughts and questions began to fill my mind but I couldn't quite remember much. I remembered things about myself but couldn't summon any memories to my mind.
   I sat there trying to figure out what was happening and why I was here but nothing would come to mind.
   After sitting in the empty room I saw that the light coming from outside the room looked like it was being filtered through a grey glass.
   I pushed myself up from the ground and walked over to the left opening,sliding my hands up the cool,rough walls to the ledge. Then as I jumped I pulled myself up just far enough to get a glimpse at what was outside. When I looked through the opening all I could see was the blinding grey light.
   I let myself down from the wall and shifted my body to the right.
   I now noticed an old weathered wooden desk and chair. I sat down and saw a stack of blank sheet music and a fountain pen on top of that.
   I wanted to pick them up and write but as I reached for the pen I saw the black ash on my hands again and for some reason it kept me from touching anything.
   I stood up and turned to the wall left of the desk. Where there was now an old piano and mic. I let my fingers linger over the keys without touching them,but wishing I could make myself do so.
   I turned again to the back wall this time,and saw a bed there. It was a creaky old fashioned cot like bed...but something was off about it and I was scared to even look at it...yet it still beckoned for me to come and sleep.
   Turning to the right wall I now saw a small screen,and upon seeing it,it started to play something.
   The screen showed that I was looking up at the sky through the leaves. My blinking kept making the screen go dark as the scene changed from sky to ambulance ceiling. Then the sound kicked in,and a sad and tried voice spoke through tears,
    "Just...stay with me Tyler...they're doing everything that they can,and I need you to pull through for me...I need you...please don't go...not here,not now,not like this..."
   I felt tears stinging my eyes as I sat on the charred floor of this asylum like room. The screen went dark until what seemed like a few hours later,but it was as if I had fallen out of time.
   I was now being rolled through hospital halls as I watched the lights flash by above my head.
   The heart monitor beeped,doctors and nurses spoke to one another as they rushed around me. I heard Josh's strained voice as he pleaded for them to help me and to keep me safe.
   The screen was dark again.

   From then on I got no visuals on the screen. Only softly spoken words or sobs from Josh and occasionally words from Jenna or a nurse.
   I layed on the freezing stone floor listening to the words that softly echoed through the small space.
   I knew that someday I would make it out of here...either by waking up...or sleeping...in the bed...for good.
   I then realized...this place was my mind...my mind was made of stone.

   Most of the nurses and doctors were telling Josh I wouldnt wake up...and that he should just pull the plug...and let me die. Everytime someone said that to him he was appalled and refused, but I could tell he was getting restless...and the nurses were right...things were looking bleak.

   A long time later I heard Josh jolt from his sleep,and begin crying again. Shortly afterward however...he began to sing to me.
   The stone walls of my mind faded around me revealing a heart shaped room made of a grey tinted glass which was where I was truly confined. The glass...my heart...was beginning to break...to crack with every word Josh sang to me.
   I saw blurry standing just outside the heart staring in at me...peering with his glowing blood red eyes.
   I pushed the thought of him away and focused on the sound of Josh's singing as my mind began to wander...
   "Isn't it lovely...I'm all alone...my heart made of glass,my mind of stone...he will tear me to pieces...skin and bones..."
   Josh then sang that he would tell me he loved me and the echoing broke through to me.
   "...hello...?"
   "...take me home..."
   I thought to myself. My heart had now stopped. It was up to the nurses and doctors to save me...and this time if they did...I'd be awake...if they didnt however...I would forever sleep.