Hope Out the Window

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What is there to stop? You can't hurt me this time. I shook my head to try to clear out the voices.

"All the years of you developing tics when he bothered you, and that's the one that you can't seem to get rid of." Reisdro spoke calmly.

What do you mean?

"Shaking your head like a mad man. It makes sense because that's all you are, but it's so odd that it seems to have become part of your shows and just overall behavior."

"You're anxious, shake your head. Your sad, shake your head. The voices start talking again, shake your head."

I started to shake my head again but stopped myself. "What's it to ya?" I asked out loud.

"No matter how long you wait, how long we go without antagonizing you, you'll never fully get rid of him or us." Nills antagonized.

I parked the car and walked to the door. "Leave me alone." I locked the door behind me and walked to the studio to work on music.

"Make us."
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"Tyler?" Josh made me jump when he tapped my shoulder. "Oh sorry." He grabbed my arm to keep me from falling, making me groan in pain. He quickly loosened his grip, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I cleared my throat and pulled down my sleeve. "What's up?"

"I just came to wake you up because you looked uncomfortable and it's almost nine. Are you really okay?" He looked at me, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I gave a convincing smile.

"You'd tell me if you weren't, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He eyed me, "I'll be in the kitchen with coffee. Jenna's not up yet so if you want to talk to me about what happened last night, you can."

He saw right through my lies, just like usual. I rubbed my eyes and picked up my dead phone from the table. I snuck into the bedroom and plugged in my phone then went to the kitchen. Josh handed me a cup of coffee, "Thanks."

I should tell him. He'll want to tell Jenna. Jenna can't know. "I promise I won't tell her." It was like he read my mind.

"Wh-what?" I glanced at him.

"I won't tell Jenna if you will just talk to me."

"Can we go for a walk?"

"Sure. Go get your jacket and shoes." He sat his mug down and left the room.

I left a note for Jenna telling her where we went then Josh and I headed out. "So I was talking to the voices last night," I mumbled when saying 'the voices'.

"The voices," he cut me off, "as in more than one?"

"Yeah." I kept the quiet tone.

"When did they become plural?"

"How do you think I came up with the nine bishops for Trench?" I smirked at my unexplained idea.

"I should've known." He chuckled, "Anyway, the voices."

"It's like Blurryface, but so different at the same time. The want to help, but end up hurting me or they just talk. They aren't like Blurryface, but have the same effect. It's like Blurryface has separated into nine different people."

"But nicer this time?"

"Yeah. They each have little bits of Blurryface, but they care."

"Tyler, do you think you need to go back to therapy?" Josh stopped walking.