A/N Y'all ready? Shit is about to go down. Also, I'm renaming this story "No One Else Is Dealing With Your Demons". ok frens? Happy reading. Tyler P.O.V. Also,!!!!! TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SELF HARM!!!!!
I get released from the hospital a few hours after Josh brought Taco Bell, he left because his mom was calling him home, though. I call Josh so that he can come pick me up to drive me home. He walks into my room and immediately kisses me. He then pulls away and brings me into a hug.
"You ready to go home?'
I nod. I hate hospitals.
"okay, let's go."
"You sure you're okay by yourself?"
"Yes, Josh. I'm fine."
"Okay. Call me if you need anything, princess."
"Okay." I watch as Josh backs out of my driveway, and then I walk inside.
I turn on the TV because I want to watch Ru Paul's Drag Race obviously. I mentally knee pump when I see that they are airing a rerun marathon. I check to see how long it is and I get even more excited when I see it goes all night.
(A/N Me.)
I've been watching Ru Paul for three hours when I decide to kik message Josh.
Tyjo: Hey, kitten.
Jishwa: fuck off
Tyjo: what? did i do something wrong?
Jishwa: stop texting me
Tyjo: Joshy, what's wrong?
Jishwa: what's with all the questions?! I said fuck off Tyler
tyler: was it something i did?
Jishwa: TYLER STOP IT I AM NOT GAY I AM STRAIT AND I MET THIS GIRL WHO MADE ME REALIZE IT. FUCK OFF TYLER I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND. LEAVE ME ALONE, TYLER. I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN
tyler: but kitten...
Josh:stop tyler i never wanna see you again in my life your so fucked up and im not gay jeez. I am strait ok? Strait. I'm not into you tyler. Fuck off i never wanna hear from you again.
tyler: but i love you
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I chuck my phone at the wall and run to my kitchen sink. I grasp my father's razor blade in my hand, and twirl it in my fingers. Tears streaming down my face, I realize that Josh has abandoned me. I have nothing left to live for. Nothing left to hold on to. I don't want to live. I don't want to be trapped in this Hell anymore. I dig the blade into my wrist, deep. The pain hurt so good, I didn't want to stop. I finish the line, quickly starting another, my cuts becoming more jagged and sloppy, I dig deeper. Too deep. I'm crying and screaming, "I'm sorry, Josh. I'm so sorry". I barely even wince at he pain. I stare at the five fresh bleeding lines on my wrist. The pain felt so good, I still didn't stop there. I rolled up my other jacket sleeve, creating new lines there, and opening up a few old ones. I undo my belt, and kick off my pants until I'm in my boxers. Then I start to decorate my thighs. At this point I am losing so much blood, and the pain is so intense in my wrists, that my vision becomes blurry. And then everything goes black.
A/N I'm sorry. Updating one more time today because I had a burst of inspiration. Next chapter will be longer.
