Noose // Joshler

This Beat Is A Chemical

(TW: Just really depressing shit)

Josh's POV

"Tyler! Tyler! Tyler! Ty please..." I screamed trying to get him back to reality. I pulled his hands off of his face. He fought back furiously. With all of my strength, I pulled his hands to my chest. I held them there until he gave up fighting my hands. 

I let one of my hands cup his cheek as my other kept his hands over my heart.

His head hung low, but his tears still easily seen. He slowly looked up. I watched him, his ever move.

He slowly opened his eyes. They burned a fire red, glowing dimly. He twitched and they turned back to his normal brown eyes.

I slowly let go of his hands. I stood up and backed away. He looked back down then quickly looked back up at the door. 

A figure stood there. 

"T-ty?" I breathed out.

He brought his knees to his chest, still staring at the figure. 

The figure was all black, all you could make out was the glowing, red eyes. I looked down at Tyler. He looked terrified but calm at the same time.

He slowly stood up. His hands and head were constantly twitching. The figure's eyes ignored me and focused on Tyler only. Tyler took a small step towards the figure. 

"Tyler please," I pleaded Tyler. He glanced at me, then back at the figure. 

His face contorted with pain, fear, and anger. He looked at me again, fulling taking my entire being. His head twitched in the direction of the figure, as if he was being controlled. A tear rolled down his cheek. 

"Please," I cried, stepping towards him and grabbing his hand. He softly smiled at me, tears rolling down his cheek. 

"Fight it, Ty... for me," I asked and pleaded him. He lifted a shaky hand and placed it on my cheek. I pressed into his touch, crying harder.