Blurryface |Joshler|

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1. Promise


*Tyler's POV*

It's very dark. I can't see. I pull my mask over my head, hoping whatever is out there doesn't find me. I hear rustling in the distance and I cautiously take a step back. A light flickers on and blinds me for a moment. 


"Sorry," A familiar, deep voice says. 

It's Josh.

He casts the light down and I see him in its shadow. 

"What are you doing out here?" He asks, biting his lip as he glances around. 

We're in the woods, I think, but I can't be sure.

"I don't remember coming out here," I reply, stuffing my hands that are covered in black paint in my hoodie pocket. 

Josh furrows his brow and shines the flashlight around a bit before it stops on something behind me. I turn to see a beer bottle shattered on the ground like someone dropped it. There are footprints leading from it to me and I suddenly smell drugs. 

"Tyler," Josh whispers.

I feel hot tears begin to well up in my eyes and I turn back to him as it all comes back to me. 

"Blurry was bothering me," I try to explain. 

Josh shakes his head.

"You said you wouldn't do this to yourself again."

"I lied," I say, my voice cracking with my words. 

He begins to walk towards me, his expression sour. The dry leaves crunch under his feet and are oddly loud in the silent night. I take a step back and he grabs my arm, pulling me toward him. I meet his eyes through the holes in my mask, pleading with him. He looks away and lifts up my shirt, revealing the cuts and bruises I have put there. I feel so horrible when I see his reaction, his face becoming contorted in horror. He looks back into my eyes and his are filled with hurt. 

"Josh, I'm so sorry," I say, trying to ignore the throbbing in my forehead. 

Suddenly the world is tipped sideways and I'm in his strong arms. He's carrying me. 

"Hold this."

He hands me a flashlight and I shine it at the dirt for him. I can't help but notice how harsh his words came out. He must be so mad at me. 

"It was Blurry," I whisper as I begin to fall asleep in his arms. 

"I know," He sighs. 

When I wake up I'm on Josh's couch. I sit up and look around, feeling the hangover. 


Josh walks into the room and I see that he has the smashed bottle from last night in his hand. I swallow hard and he sits down beside me. I flinch.

"Hey," He says, placing a hand on my knee, "I'm not mad at you."

"Your not?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

He brushes his pink hair out of his eyes. It always reminds me of cotton candy and I have to suppress a laugh whenever I see it. 

"No, but I'm confused."

He looks up like he's trying not to cry.

"Why didn't you just come to me?" He asks, his voice shaking.

I'm not exactly sure how to respond to that. Why didn't I just come to him? What was I afraid of? 

"I don't know," I whisper.

He looks back at me and I see that tears have formed in the corners of his eyes. He wipes them away, he's ashamed of them. I want to tell him it's okay, but I'm afraid if I do I might embarrass him. 

"You're my best fren, Tyler. I care about you."

"I know."

"Please come to me before you decide to get high next time."

There's a hint of fear in his voice.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

"Promise me," He pleads.

His knuckles are white on my knee and he's squeezing it with all his might. I don't think he knows he's doing it. He looks so scared.

I place my hand on his and he looks down at it, loosening his grip.

"I promise," I say.




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