(Edited/Fixed 9/18/17)

[Tyler's p.o.v]

~Trigger Warning~

Suicidal Actions/thoughts

Josh had left later.

It made me sad.

I probably sound like a 12 year old complaining, but it seems that Josh is my only happiness now days.

I'm depressed.

My mother is abusive.

I'm bullied.

So yeah.. he's my only happiness.

If only he knew about Blurry and the things he tells me: that I'm forced to believe.

"I need something..."

I repeated over and over.

"I need.. something.."

"I need something.."

I began having the day-dreams or flashbacks.

I was back in the forest.

The dark forest.

I continued my walk back to the tree house.

It wasn't on fire.

I heard crying.

Sobs that broke my heart.

I climbed up the ladder.

I opened the trapdoor and looked at the pastel boy with mocha eyes.

He was crying, trying to tell me something.

But nothing came out. Only the whispers of vowels.

I had climbed up and sat beside him.

I looked at wood carvings in the tree house.

None of the symbols made sense.

"G-go.. t-tyler.. you don't want to be stuck here with me.."

I looked at the trapdoor as a loud crack echoed in the tree house. The door slammed shut.

"Y-your too late.. y-your a goner Tyler."

I looked at the pale boy as his eyes were stretched open, twitching here and there. He was hugging his knees and shaking. He almost looked non-existent. All shades of color were drained from his face.

I looked at the blood that dripped from the walls. Screams arose from the forest. Innocent sound people.

I walked up to the tree house window and looked out it, seeing a man.

Maybe not a man.

Maybe just a figure. Or a shadow.

Red eyes beamed up at me.

The wood suddenly looked darker in color.

Wet maybe.

Was it raining?

A familiar scent reeked from the wood.

Gas.

The shadow figure held an unlit match and match box.

"No..."

He put the match up to the box and struck it. A beautiful flame of all shades of yellow and orange combined settled apon the small wooden stick and smiled  at me with its bright flames before being thrown onto the tree house that both me and the beautiful pastel boy were in.

"No!"

I gasped as I felt my world begin to heat up. Everything around me became intense. The wood crackled as the flames caught the inside of the house. I looked at the fire that raged in front of my feet. I backed up, but the followed me. I grabbed Josh and backed  up, accidently pushing up against the burning wall.

My back ached as it felt like it was melting. I knew I had burning my back. Badly.

I began to break down as the fire slashed at my body, creating burns. I screamed as the hot flames melted my skin. I looked at Josh who was sitting in the corner again, screaming and burning.

He wasn't so scarlet anymore.

I fell to the ground as my skin burned and the tree house smelt like death.

I started to fade. Screams and cries were faded. My voice was faded as I screamed for mercy.

I looked at Josh again, his skin starting to break up in pieces and fall apart and reveal someone whom I had to blame for this.

The only person who I could have ever blamed.

Blurryface

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I came back to my thoughts.

It was a message from Blurryface.

"That's it!" I said to myself.

"I know what I need."

"I need something.."

"To kill me.."

"Blurryface is telling me that he's tired of watching me take my own life..."

I looked at my bleeding wrists.

They are just reminders

I got up, walking over to my desk and set my blade down.

I began to write a song.

Only 14 words. Simple.

I looked at my keyboard and began pressing notes, playing with special effects.

No effort; only emotions

Personal feelings.

Because this song will never be on the radio.

Never.

Never.