Tyler Joseph imagines

Depression

A/N- trigger warning. Please don't read if you feel you may get triggered. I love you all so much💙💚💜💛 oh and also they're you're best friends, and this also involves abuse from a parental figure. Although I said that they're your best friends, you and Tyler have feelings for eachother. Oh yeah and it's in high school so no TØP. Sorry for any spelling errors I can't be fucked to spellcheck. It's really long and has a really shit ending and oh my gOD ARI SHUT UP AND LET THEM READ.

As you sat there with your two best friends, everything slowly formed into a strange haze as you concentrated solely on the huge tree sat in front of the three of you. You stayed in your own world for a while, remembering all the horrible memories of yesterday night; and basically your whole life. The venomous words of your father and mother rang throughout your head, and your wrists began to furiously itch. They longed for the feeling of that sharp razor blades tip to dig through the soft flesh. Every sound was drowned out and turned into white noise. You were suddenly dragged out of your day-time terrors by Tyler shaking you. As you came back to reality, the first thing your eyes settled on was Tyler's extremely concerned face. "(Y/N)?" Josh's voice piped in, and his face appeared next to Tyler's. You then realised that you were on your back, laying down. "Hey, are you okay?" Josh asked. Concern layered his voice. "Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine! I'm just so tired," you mumbled, and sat back up. Tyler helped you by placing his hand on your lower back and supporting you. Electricity seemed to shoot through your whole body at his touch. Your love for Tyler was a secret, but forever undying. You looked over at him with a smile. If only you could tell them everything...

But you couldn't. They'd hate you. They'd think you were a freak, they'd say you deserved it. You knew you did, but hearing it from them would make it a millions times worse; especially Tyler. Suddenly, you knew how angry your parents would be if you were late. "What time is it?" You blurted, cutting through Josh's words. "Um, 5. Why?" Josh said, after checking his phone. "Fuck! Fuck. Okay, I've got to go," you rambled as you picked up your school bag and already began to walk away. "(Y/N)! Where are you going?" Tyler shouted. You didn't turn back to look at them as you spoke. "I'm really sorry. I'll text you, bye!"

"Where the fuck have you been!" Your father shouted as he stormed over to you. You cowered back into the door, but that made him angrier. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you towards him, so your chests were touching. Flecks of his spit were dripping onto your face as he screamed the same words he always screamed. "You're so fucking useless! I hate you. Your mother hates you. Where have you been, huh!? Tell me!" You avoided his eye contact at all costs. This was the only bit of defiance you could muster up. "With Josh and Tyler," your voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh, of-fucking-course you were! Whoring yourself out to them for fucking razor blades or something you disgusting fucking headcase?" He released your hair so forcefully that you fell backwards, hitting your head on the door. You winced at the pain, but otherwise stayed still. "No. We were just talking" you said, slightly louder. "Bullshit! You disgusting fucking pig. I hate you! I fucking wish you'd just fucking kill yourself. Go deeper, instead of those pussy little scratches." He stood there staring at you for a moment. However, in some strange form of adrenaline rush you stared him straight in the eye, leant forward and pushed him backwards. "Fuck off! Fucking leave me alone!" You screamed. This was the worst idea you've ever had. Instantly his fists started flying towards your face. He punched you so many times, and so hard, you thought you were going to die. This thought didn't frighten you, it simply made you feel better. At least then you'd escape his clutches. Suddenly he let you drop from his hands and you fell to the floor. You layed there, crying and sobbing into the carpet. "I'm going out. Don't expect me OR your mother to be back for a good fucking few days." He yelled. He grabbed his coat and slammed the door so hard pictures fell off of the wall. You lay there, crying, for what felt like a lifetime. Eventually when you stopped, you propped yourself up carefully until you were sitting up. You sighed, and wiped your face. You ignored the pain, and you weren't even shocked by the blood. You wiped your hands on the carpet and stood up. You stumbled up the stairs, and into your bedroom.