Captured- Kidnapped by Tyler Joseph

Chapter 22

(Quick Author's Note)
(Hey guys! So overnight, I went from ranking #7 in #twentyonepilots to #4!! I just wanted to say thank you all so much for reading, commenting, and voting! Y'all honestly inspire me to keep writing❤)

(Y/N's POV)
Josh and Tyler left my room, I was alone for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Im so tired, and weak. I have to escape soon, who knows how much longer I have before Tyler hurts me.. Or kills me. But... Josh promised to protect me, can I trust him? He seems much kinder and more genuine then Tyler, but then again it's not the real Tyler who harms me. Real Tyler is head over heels for me. I miss my house, my cat, my sense of independence. I miss not being in constant fear... I walked back into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind me. I leaned against the cold surface and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. My head was spinning with thoughts that could possibly be mine, could they? Looking around the bathroom frantically, tears began to form in my eyes. I slowly and shakily reached under the sink cabinet to find a cartridge of straight razors. "Maybe..." I whisper. I grab the box and pull out a sharp, new friend. The metal glistened in the light, seemingly hypnotizing me, calling for me. "A-am I really gonna do this?" I started to sob, as the sharp point edged slowly towards my wrist with evil intent.

(Josh's POV)
Driving back from Petsmart, an orange kitten was digging into my legs and purring like a motorboat. "Ouch, hey stop that." I picked the kitten up and placed it in the passenger seat, "I don't understand why Y/N likes you so much. You're loud, needy, clingy, smelly... Ugh." It started heavily raining, the furball was going berserk in the car as thunder boomed and lighting struck in the air. "Hey, hey calm down!" He threw himself into my lap again, and I held him still with one of my arms. "Shhh it's okay, its okay." I lulled him with my voice, and comforted him by scratching gently under his chin. "I guess you aren't that bad."

(Tyler's POV)
"She really couldn't love someone like me... I'm a.. A monster." I cupped my face with my hands, feeling extra hopeless. My mind was working, churning my emotions. I knew what I had to do. I found a notebook and a pen, and began to write down my thoughts and feelings. It's the only way I know how to cope.

(Y/N's POV)
Fading...