•DEMA Dont Control Us•Tyler x Reader•

•Chapter 15: Tear In My Heart•

Bishop Sacarver Arc

Warning: Light cursing throughout this chapter

Tyler's POV:

I didn't feel like facing them today. Not ever. I just laid in my room, contemplating how what my life has lead to. What I have done to make it to this point. Hell, I didn't even know much of my past. It all felt so useless.

I still couldn't get what that note said out of my head. The pure detail it was written in. How the words actually held it's meaning. It's all true

I was afraid

Extremely afraid of being alone

I sighed heavily getting up to then sit on the desk, I pull out one of the yellow flowers left in the drawer. I stare at it for a while, admiring the bright color of its petals. This flower specifically was fairly recent, others in the box have either withered and died or are close to death. Such cases remind me how everything dies in the end.

Yellow is a color I admire, I would say mostly because it's a color that makes me happy, something that brings this sense of relief. And a symbol of that beauty is a flower. I love it when they are alive, to be giving such a beautiful life that people admire but to see them die really does remind me a lot of how the world is.

I put it down, not wanting to think too much about anything today. It was pretty early in the morning and I doubted that either Josh or Y/N will be up at this time so I decided to head out for a little bit.

I walk out of the large building, making my way to one of the farthest benches I know. It's one that Y/N nor Josh go to. I mostly go there when I want to be alone.

The bench is not much different than any other, it's just located a bit farther from most buildings. You'd expect it to be a hotspot, especially for people with major social anxiety but surprisingly it's not.

I made my way to the bench and sat down on it, closing my eyes as I let the wind blow against my skin. It felt like any other day, nothing special about it however it was soothing to have peace and quiet.

That silence only lasted a few minutes when I heard a feminine voice behind me, "Oh hello" said the voice. I immediately turn around, panicking as to whether it was Y/N or not. It thankfully was not.

Stood there was a woman with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked down at me curiously. She seemed somewhat familiar despite this being the first time we met.

"Ah hello" I replied nonchalantly. "Do you mind if I sit here also?" She asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Not wanting to deny her request I oblige, "Yeah sure, I don't mind." She nodded back at me and sat in the empty space next to me.

It stayed silent after that, the awkwardness slowly growing. As they say, quiet is violent. I attempt to start up a conversation, "So uh..how are you?"

She quickly turned to me, "Not really something I'd particularly discuss." I frown. That was a failure. "Sorry, I just wanted some way to spike a conversation." I laughed nervously.

To my surprise, she lightly chuckled back, "Geez that's some way to start a conversation, especially in a place like this."

I mentally facepalm remembering that most likely everyone here suffers some sort of mental disorder. "Fuck I'm an idiot. Sorry about that."

She smiled back at me, "Nah it's fine, it feels nice to be treated like a normal person, you know?"

I would be lying if I said I didn't agree with her. Often times people like to treat others a lot differently when they have a mental disorder. In truth we are all human beings wanting to be treated the same.