careless // joshler

5; tyler

tyler was scared.

it was three a.m, and gerard had just called him, hysterically crying and just telling tyler to meet him at the emergency room. tyler had no idea what was going on, and he was scared to death of what was happening.

funny enough, finally he felt a bit.

as he dashed through his apartment door and to the hallway, he nearly bumped into one of his neighbours. he had never talked to the guy, but he knew he was loud and had very, very greasy hair. and he smelled of weed.

not even bothering to mumble and apology, tyler continued making his way out of the apartment complex and into the chilly night. if this was any other night, it would've probably been so, that it was gerard acting tyler's part, and tyler acting the main role in a catastrophic, self-hating horror movie filled with drunk calls and half-empty pill bottles by the side of a bridge or in the middle of a highway.

but, luckily, not tonight. in all honesty, tyler was growing tired of pulling off all the shit he did, but he didn't know another way. he had known, but that was far behind these days.

as tyler practically crashed through the glass doors of the er, he pushed all his thoughts aside and focused on finding gerard. he took a deep breath and walked up to the counter.

after a few more seconds of building up confidence to speak, tyler cleared his throat and watched as the lady behind the counter turned to look at him with a exasperated look on her face.

she croaked a harsh 'how may i help you?', and tyler had to suppress himself from slapping her across the face.

"i-i was wondering i-if, uh, there's a, um, a g-gerard way h-h-here somewhere?" tyler quietly answered the pissed off lady and watched as she went through a few papers.

"no, sorry kid," was all the lady said before going back to whatever she was doing before tyler interrupted her.

tyler decided against questioning what the woman had told him, he didn't need the arguing it was inevitably going to lead to if he didn't realize to do better.

tyler walked off into a corner and pulled out his phone to text gerard.

me: dude where are you??

gerard: i'll come over there, hold on

and, soon enough, tyler could see gerards bright red hair approaching him from one of the hallways.

"what's going on? are you okay?" tyler asked as he sprinted over to gerard and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders.

"i-i'm fine. frank isn't."

"what happened?" tyler questioned, his voice so quiet he was afraid gerard couldn't hear him.

"some guys beat him up," gerard explained, starting to lead tyler to one of the doors along the wall. tyler followed right behind the boy, terrified. he watched as gerard opened the door and waited for tyler to get in before getting in himself and pulling the door shut behind himself.

"oh my god," tyler whispered, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. he looked over to gerard, who had tears brimming his eyes. tyler started to feel the tears gathering in his eyes as well, and soon enough both of the boys were sobbing against each other, sitting on the cold tile floor.

"i'm gonna find them, and i'm gonna kill them."