Until you can't run anymore

But you don't really want that

A/N: Here we are again. We'll see how it goes. Tiny bit of a content warning here.

Enjoy!

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Blood. So much. There's so much blood that the scent is piercing. It makes your nostrils flare. Bitter. It's the copper, right? And it's so red. Not orangey like in movies. Not that cheap special effect stuff. But that dark red, almost violet, was something else. How can red be so dark? It's inviting, drawing you in. And it's sticky. Blood is sticky. But you wouldn't know that because you haven't touched blood. Except that you have. But it's not you. Not really you. And now you are there. And you are suffocating. You are definitely suffocating. There's so much blood and you don't know where it comes from. You don't. But it's on your hands and on your shirt and it's on your everything.

"Fuck", Josh woke up to a gasp. His own one. Not fair. Absolutely not fair. It wasn't the time for his nightmares. Not like this. Glancing at the busy street and how no one noticed him, like usual, he brought his concentration back to his breathing. It was too erratic, but not too bad really. Breathing in and then out he focused then to the street. Nothing really there, but the glimpse of normality pulled him back down. It was weird. Just a moment of another truth and he had been so far gone. He tried to remind him that it was the past and he was here now. But it was still there, nagging in the back of his mind and reminding about every mistake he had ever made.

"Josh! I was waiting for you", there was that voice again that he didn't want to accept to his life.

"How do you even remember my name", Josh mumbled and watched as Tyler sat next to him.

"Josh", the other repeated the name like tasting the letters on his tongue, "Easily! It suits you so well."

Josh's brows furrowed as he pondered for that. He had never even thought about it that way before.

"So, when do you have a free day?" Tyler asked and pushed a Red Bull can to his lap. Just casually leaving it there, like he had borrowed it and was now returning it.

Josh stared at the can. He didn't get it. It was clearly for him, but Tyler seemed like he didn't want to make a fuzz out of it. So instead of offering it he just slipped it to his lap and probably hoped that it was fine like that. But Tyler didn't know how Josh took these things. For he nothing in life came free. If he got something it was either taken away from him or he had to pay for it later. Even this tiny thing, a can of Red Bull, seemed like a huge deal. Just because it always lead to bigger things. So now he was confused. It was a second time Tyler was this nice to him.

"Like maybe on weekend?" Tyler continued when he didn't answer.

"Huh? Oh... Uhm. I don't really", Josh mumbled. As in he had to work every day to get enough money to live. Because sometimes there were days that he didn't have any clients at all.

"But maybe you could? We have a party on Saturday. You could come?"

Me? To a party? He is seriously inviting me to a party, Josh was blown away. Tyler was staring at him, waiting for an answer with an encouraging smile on his lips.

"O-kay", he answered unsurely and as the word left his lips he realized he really shouldn't. He didn't know Tyler. He didn't know any that would be there, most likely. And what if he hated to be there? He most likely would. And then it would be rude to leave.