W H O ? // joshler*

A Hurricane Forming

A/N: hey so it's been two years and I don't really think about joshler all that much, but I feel inspired. Here's a third chapter

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Rain.
Rain is all I can concentrate on. The feeling of soaked shoes and the sound of wet asphalt beneath my feet. Rain is all that seems to be surrounding me. Rain is the only thing reminding me that I even exist.
So cold...
So, so cold.

I slap the side of my cheek roughly, not giving into the meek, subdued voice at the back of my head.
I adjust the straps of my red backpack and trudge on, not even caring to step around the deep puddles. I can feel water pooling around my ankles, and it reminds me of this suffocating, drowning sensation I feel constantly.
The rain starts pouring harder, and I vaguely recall hearing something about an oncoming hurricane this morning on the news.
"Whatever. If I die, I fucking die, and the world will be a better place," I quietly mutter to myself.
My house is about three blocks away when the rain suddenly stops pouring, and I think I might actually be dead somehow.
I hear footsteps cutting through the storm inside my head, and I turn around quickly to find a strange being in front of me.
"Hey."

It speaks.

"You dropped this on your way out. "

It hands me a slip of paper.
I examine it, quickly realizing it's my prescription from Dr. Landon.
I look up to the creature, slowly taking in his calm features.
Pale skin, a beautiful pearlescent sheen to it from the falling rain. Brown eyes, like warm caramel macchiatos.
Pink lips, thin, but enticing; comforting almost.
And that hair.
That fucking hair.
Red like an inferno, a never ending flame, almost like the heat I feel rushing through my body.

His face contorts into something that I can't quite interpret besides discomfort.
I must be staring again. It's a big issue of mine.

"It seems important... if Dr. Landon gave it to you, I think you should keep it. "

I almost flinch at the mention of the old fart. I don't want to be reminded of our session today, and I definitely don't want that paper, and I really don't want to be standing here, when my brain is beginning to go purple and hazy again.
Please, it's so cold. I can't do this anymore.

I look at the boy impatiently, before harsh words tumble out.
"Look, it's none of your fucking business, and you shouldn't go around talking to mentally ill people like it's fucking fun. I don't need your help, and I don't need Dr. Landon's stupid fucking help either. It's been a really long day and I can't think straight and I can't breathe so can you please just fuck off forever?"

He looks stunned.
I watch as his beautiful features begin to form a frown, and his small eyes begin to fill with tears as he turns around and quickly runs to where he came from.

Fuck, I'm a real piece of shit.
You're human... you're human.... and you're trying.
"Ah, FUCK OFF WOULD YOU?"
I scream to no one in particular, and begin the walk to my house again.
I really just need my bed right now. I don't want to deal with anymore stupid humans.

As I walk, I begin to regret what I said. I made him cry. So many people have made me cry before, made me feel like complete shit, and then I turn around and do the exact same thing to some boy trying to help me?

I shake the regret away, remembering that I don't care about anyone or anyone's feelings anymore. Blurry made sure of that....

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An: boy this sucks why did I do this