Noose // Joshler

Ignite it

Tyler's POV

I happened to be at the worst place at the worst time. I was getting some sort of food to calm my growling stomach when everything went down hill.

As I scooped the peas onto my plate gunshots rang out, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I instantly dropped to the floor to try not to get shot. I kept my head under my locked hands. I squeezed my hands together so hard I bet they turned as white as a ghost. 

My body was trembling as I heard chaos happen around me. Screaming. Running. Panic. 

I listened for the calm foot steps of the shooter. Nothing yet.

I peeked and my heart immediately jumped into my throat. Tears started to burn my eyes. 

A man holding a gun stood over me. 

"P-please.." I stuttered out. 

He cocked a brow as he studied my shaking body. 

"I-I am Ty-yler," I tried to talk through my hyperventilating mouth. I had read that if you tell shooter personal information the is less of a chance that they will kill you. 

I was shocked to see him bend down and stare into my eyes. 

He pulled me up so I was standing. I held my violently shaking hands out. I looked into his eyes fearfully. He towered over me.

"Wh-what's y-your nam-e?" I managed after a moment.

He stared at me. "Twiggy."

"I-I'm in lo-ve w-with someo-one, a-are you?" I tired to find something to make him lower his gun. It was pointed at my gut currently. 

"Yes," He smiled. A very sad smile. 

"W-who?" I asked trying to ease him. 

"My best friend," His smile turned into a straight face as he continued. "He went missing a while back."

"I'm s-sorry," I said with genuine empathy. He seemed to pick up on that. He lower the gun so it was no longer pointed at me.

I smiled with relief. 

I heard someone yelling down the hall. I panicked and tried to run.

A gunshot rang out and everything went black. 

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Josh's POV

As we entered the room I immediately saw the boy I loved on the table. I grabbed his hand and sobbed. I muttered, "it's not fair.. it's not fair..", under my breath until I came to accept it.

The doctor had respectfully left the room and enter after about a half an hour. 

"Are you okay if I begin asking about him?" He said, his brows were furrowed in concern. 

I let out a shaky "yes".

He nodded. He opened his pen and got ready to write. 

"What was his name?"

"Tyler Robert Joseph."

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Josh's POV

It has been a year since his death. I was so busy with the pain of physical therapy and the treatments that I really haven't felt the extent of the pain of him leaving. 

And today it's all hitting me. 

I currently visiting his grave. I brought his favorite flower, the sunflower. I placed them in the urns and fill them with water. I picked a spot where he would have a perfect view of the small but beautiful duck pond. 

I smiled sadly as I sat down next to his grave. I leaned my side on the side of his grave and watched the ducks with him.

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N/A: And that's the end. I know it ended on a sad note but I tried to cheer you up at the end. I hope you enjoyed and I'm going to go back and edit this eventually but not right now. I hope you have an amazing summer and thank you sooooo much for all the love and support on this. 

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