My blood (Tyler Joseph Fanfiction)

Part 1

Tyler's POV

The strange feeling, when music from the loudspeakers changes from some calm pop melody to characteristic sounds of "Chlorine", sends a shiver down my spine. There's a few reasons why "Chlorine" suits to this situation in the ironic sense of humor.

Firstly Josh and a few his weird friends takes me without my permission to the night club after our last gig. I'm not the person who like to wander around the city and shag fangirls. Especially after I split up with Jenna and my heart is still bleeding. But of course Josh wanted to makes me happy and came up with this stupid idea with night club. "Hey, Tyler, let's have some fun tonight!" His enthusiasm was irritating, but eventually I agreed to go with him and his mates.

Secondly we are in the night club, where dim red light surrounds us and makes me feel a little bit anxious. We are sitting in the dark corner of the club. Josh is sitting next to me with some girl, who bumped into him, when he was on the dancefloor. Now she is sitting on his knees and whispering something to his ear while Josh gives me a satisfied gaze. I roll his eyes in the answer.

Thirdly in the same time, when "Chlorine" pealing from the loudspeakers, I take some pills from some Josh's dude and drink my beer up.

"Sipping on straight chlorine

Let the vibes slide over me

The beat is chemical, the feel is chemical"

Before we found this place, we'd smoked some weed to relax after gig.

"I'm running for my life, yeah, I'm running for my life"

Yeah, I'm actually running for my life I this moment.

Now the mixture of weed and pills make me feel dizzy. My cheeks burns. The blood is running through my veins and soughing in my ears. I can't focus my eyes on anything. My sight is blurry. Everything spinning around and in one moment I feel strong nausea, which makes me stand up. I stagger, but I regain my balance quickly.

"What's going on, Ty?" asks Josh, looking up at me in the same time, when the girl is kissing his neck. For some reason the nausea grows stronger than before. I look away, covering my mouth.

"Nothing" I mumble in the answer "I just have to pee".

Shit. Why do I see everything in the blurry, swirly way? Why did I decided to do drugs knowing that I'm not person, who feels better after that. I always feel like shit. And this time is not different.

People in the club look like colorful phantoms with their weird movements and distorted sounds. I'm so distracted. Music and colors surround me all around, making me a little bit panic. Where am I going now? A few seconds before I knew where I'm going to go, but now...complete emptiness. In split of second I decide that my goal is bar, but before I turn in this direction, I bump into someone. I lift my eyes and look at the girl, who bumped into me.

"Sorry" she says, her eyes bored, but all of the sudden a fright is filling her dark eyes. "Are you okay?"

I shrug. Actually I'm not okay. My head is spinning around and I feel like I'm going to throw up for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I lie, but her frighten look makes me feel insecure. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She rises her eyebrow. In the dim light her face is pale and heart-shaped. Dark straight hair cascades down.

"Why am I asking? You just have bumped into me. And your nose" her eyes open wider.

"What with my nose?" I interrupt, reaching my nose with my hand.

"It's...it's bleeding" she stutters, a fright in her eyes.

I look down on my fingers. I gulp loudly despite the fact that nobody can hear it in this loud place. The bright blood on my skin. I reach my nose again and I see blood on my fingers. A strong panic attack explodes in my brain as I'm looking back at the stranger girl. Suddenly I feel like my feet drown in the squashy floor. In the nick of time the girl's hands save me from the fall.

"I hold you" she says breathlessly as she is catching me and helping me regain my balance. "You need help. I can call the ambulance"

"No, no" I protest weakly and back away. "I'm fine. I just need wash the blood off of my face" I add and move shaky toward toilets, but one of her hands grab my wrist and stop me.

"Let's me help you. You need fresh air. I will lead you outside" she says, her voice worried "You should drop your head back to stop the bleeding" she adds and before I can react she is making me drop my head back.

I must look totally stupid, but in this circumstances I don't give a fuck about that. She leads me through a hundred of dancing bodies, holding me by my hand. We are making our way toward the exit. My feet are still meshing, but after a while we are outside and heading toward the nearest bench.

The girl, whose name I still don't know, making me sit on the bench with my head dropping back. I feel like an idiot and look like an idiot.

"Keep your head drop back" she says, pulling a tissue out. She wipes the blood of my nose and lips cautiously.

"Who are you? A fucking medical student?" I ask jokily, trying to break the silence and feel a little less embarrassed at least. She glares at me as if I said something wrong.

"Does it funny to you? I'm rescuing your life" she snaps at me.

Her brief anger makes me shut up my mouth. I look up toward the dark sky above our heads. Stars are shining shyly. I stay motionless until she finishes her job with my bleeding nose. Why the hell do I have a nosebleed? Is my organism so weak or it's the drug's guilt? I look down on my wrist, what's sending shivers down my spine.

It was bleeding... It is bleeding...

"I finish. You look fine" the soft voice snaps me out from my sick thoughts.

/A/N/ Sorry for my mistakes, but english is not my first language. I hope you enjoy ;-)