A/N- so I'm sad so rn there's gonna be sad updates now
Tyler was crouched in the corner of his basement, cradling his knees into his chest. He rocked back and forth in attempt to calm himself down. "Worthless. Useless. Unloved. Unwanted. Freak. Ugly." he finally got tired of repeating the same words over and over again for the past hour and a half. "Fuck!" He shouted, and jumped up. He threw his right fist at the wall, and retracted it back slowly. Blood dribbled from his knuckles and down his fingers, slowly dripping onto the floor. There was a fist shaped dent in the wall. It was Blurry's fault. He'd come back. He was forcing Tyler to do things that he didn't want to do. He just wanted Blurryface to leave him alone. He'd been taking his pills. He'd been eating again, although that had started to slip. His sleeping was sort of getting better, and most of the other memories were fading.
But not Blurry; no. Blurry will never leave Tyler alone. At this moment in time, all Tyler needed was the comfort of his long-term girlfriend, (Y/N). She always made him better. She didn't even have to try, she just calmed him down by being there. But he couldn't bring himself to contact her.
The words Blurry kept uttering got louder and louder again. "Tyler," he mocked. "No. No leave me alone! You aren't real!" Tyler screamed as he clawed at his head, desperately trying to shut Blurry up. "I'm real, Tyler. Don't try to fool yourself. You know how to make me go away. You know what works." His taunts were making more and more sense to Tyler. "Get it, Tyler. End it now. That's the only way I'll ever stop."
Weakly, Tyler reached for the blade. "I know," he mumbled, and put it to his wrist. "It'll all be over soon,"
*
"Ty baby?" You shouted as you walked into his house. 'That's weird' you thought. 'He always comes running when I'm back.' You looked around, but nothing seemed different. "I know! He'll be in the basement, bless him. Well, I'll just make a drink and then I'll go down" you said to yourself, as you walked into the kitchen. "(Y/N)?" Tyler cried out quietly. You spun around and dropped the cup in your hand as you ran into the living room. "Tyler? Tyler baby where are you? What's wrong?" You shouted, trying to locate where the voice was coming from. He didn't answer. "Are you in the basement?" You asked. "Y-yeah." You ran down the stairs. "Oh god, Tyler, please no!" You screamed as you ran over to him. He was tucked into the corner in a small ball. He has black ink all over his arms and neck, and he was sobbing uncontrollably. "Baby it's okay I'm here now, it's okay." you reassured him, and pulled him into a close hug. "I tried to make him stop, its the only way he'll stop. He'll never leave me alone!" He wailed. You tried your hardest not to cry, but seeing the love of your life like this was crushing. "Tyler, did you-" you leaned away slightly, and looked down at his wrists. Black ink and blood were smeared with each other on his wrists, making a dark auburn colour on his slashed open skin. You also checked his neck, and saw the same markings there. His knuckles were swollen and looked to be bruised through the slightly smudged ink. "Tyler," you pleaded, and hugged him again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of left you. Tyler I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry" he shook his head, and looked directly at you. You wiped away his tears whilst looking at him with a depressed smile. "Please don't be sad baby," his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, which sent knives flying into your heart. "I don't know how to make you feel better," you admitted, defeated. You felt like such a terrible person. How could you do this to him? Surely just to keep talking to him was the best thing?
But for some reason, you couldn't. Your mind just wouldn't piece the words into a sentence. "You don't have to sa-y anything, just stay with me." he begged. "I'm not going to leave you baby, I love you so much" you said, and hugged him again. "Just, please can I clean you up?" You asked him, and leaving multiple kisses onto his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah baby that's okay" he muttered, his voice wavering and his breathing still rugged.
"This is going to sting Tyler, but I'll try to make it as painless as possible, okay?" Tyler nodded, whilst staring at the wall behind you. You wiped away all of the ink and blood, and then wrapped up his wounds. "Do you think we need to go to hospital?" You asked, pondering the idea. "No! No, please. I'm okay, I just don't cope well without you." You shook your head. "I shouldn't of left you, I'm so sorry." Tyler stood up and pressed a kiss onto your forehead. "No, I reacted badly-"
"Tyler you can't help it. Don't try and think up excuses, I don't mind. I just want you to be okay,"
"I am. Well, now I am. That's because you're here. There's just something about you, (Y/N). You just make everything okay."
