Blurry

Tyler wanted to make it stop. The voice, the ringing. He was curled up in the corner of his bedroom, rocking back and forth slightly while he sobbed. "Stop," he whispered, his voice breaking. "S-Stop, stop s- stop it, stop!" He yelled at him, at Blurry.

Pathetic. What was it that Josh said the other day, Tyler? That you're, 'getting better'? Do you think you're getting better, Tyler?

"Shut up! I- S-Shut up!" He screamed, slamming his head back against the wall. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but he didn't care. He deserved this. The pain, the blood, all the disgusting scars making him incapable of being loved.

He doesn't care about you. He'd be better off if you were dead, Tyler.