•DEMA Dont Control Us•Tyler x Reader•

•Chapter 10: I Need Something...•

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Tyler's POV:

We walked in silence the whole way to his room. It didn't feel right but none of us were willing to talk after what went down earlier.

I walked behind Y/N and Josh who both occasionally looked back at me. I would say it doesn't make me anxious but then I'd be lying.

We made it to Josh's room and finally spoke when we said our goodbyes for the day. Y/N however decided to stay with Josh for a bit. I didnt say a word and just left. My room was one floor above Josh's even though our official DEMA numbers were right next to eachother.

I got to my room and flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind raced with what Y/N and Josh might be talking about or doing or anything else related.

I wondered why I cared so much, they are growing to be friends, what's the big deal?

To me it was a big deal. I might just lose the only friend I have.

My eyes water to this thought. Why am I crying? Crying is useless. That's what I always thought. Why am I so worthless?

It's no wonder that Y/N and Josh would rather be together, I'm nothing to him or her. Why do I even care so much if Y/N cares about me? We literally just met! What's wrong with me?

I was now silently sobbing, I scrubbed myself up and dug my nails into my skin. This hurt too much. Im just too deep, please stop thinking. I liked things better when I had sound to drown things out.

But now I just sit in silence that let my thoughts roam free. I needed something, anything to help me.

My mind thinks to the one think I could probably do right now. I get up from the bed and stare at the drawer on the desk. I gulp knowing what's beyond it, wondering if I really should do this.

I open the drawer

Inside was a shiny blade I stole from the dining area when no one was looking

I took it out and held it in between my fingers

I move it closer to my left arm and place it on the skin

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A piercing pain shoots to my arm, the red, metallic liquid begins to form in the area

I shed a tear, realizing what I done

I promised I wouldn't do this again yet I just did

I need to stop

But I don't want to

Cut after cut, slice after slice, Marks are made on my skin. Inevitably there will be scars but I didn't care

I just wanted to disappear. I however was never brave enough to kill myself. I just need something to kill me. I am tired of trying to take my own life

In the midst of it all, a knock was heard at the door. I didn't answer

Another after another, until it began to panic knockings

Voices were heard

"Tyler open up!! Please we need to talk to you." A female voice called

"Tyler please don't do anything irrational and open this door!" Another voice called, a male voice