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Tyler hummed lightly as he sat on the floor, counting out his pencils. Trying to sort them by colors into a rainbow that made sense.
Josh used to sit and make pencil rainbows with him, explaining how colors faded into others, talking about light waves and symbolism and all kinds of things about how humans perceive colors.
Tyler hesitated, dropping an orange pencil as he swallowed back cement tears.
He felt orange.
Shaking fingers as he tried to concentrate on the colors and not the void boy suddenly sitting across from him and sucking in all of the colors and love.
Tyler shut his eyes.
“Hello, Tyler.”
Flinching heavily at a bad magenta voice.
His eyes snapped open and he looked up, terrified.
A drifting black form in front of him, leaking and dripping in bad bad reds and sticky greens.
Tyler’s chest tightened at the fear of being stained black.
“Oh, what’s the matter? What are you doing, huh?”
Fighting to get out words. Tyler could fight him with words.
“O-Organizing my pencils. Nothing extraordinary.”
“Just pencils, Tyler? I’d check again, if I were you. You never know what can creep in when you aren’t looking.”
His eyes flickered down to the floor again. Flashing orange, pinks and whites and blues. Pills spilled out in front of him.
Choking on fear.
“Do you remember how many it takes of the pink ones to overdose, Tyler?”
Shaking. He did know. He did.
Why did he know?
“S-Seven…”
“Good, exactly! You remembered! I’m so glad you didn’t forget what I taught you. How about those blue ones over there? Oh, start counting the pink ones out.”
Tyler did as he was told, moving seven of the little pink pills into a pile as he thought.
“Four, isn’t it?”
“It sure is. Put those next to the pink. Isn’t it pretty? Pills are so pretty, huh? Like candies. Candies for the little boy. Now, the white ones are the ones that make me go away, so be sure you take double of the maximum dose, okay? It takes five to kill, Tyler.”
Whimpering slightly, the tears dripping down his face as he moved ten white, chalky pills into a third pile.
“You’re doing so well, I’m so proud - oh don’t cry, Tyler. Josh isn’t here to save you, what’s the point? He never cared anyway. he won’t even know you’re gone. Now, here.”
A flash of something silver, landing coldly in Tyler’s lap. Razor.
“Which way do you slit your wrists to be sure you wind up dead? Don’t bullshit me, Tyler, we both know it’s not across. You don’t want to be stuck in a hospital room with me again, do you?”
“N-No,” Tyler stuttered, feeling cold. He was going to be sick. The window was just eight feet to the left. “It’s d-down.”
“You’re thinking about the window. Why? That’s not gonna end it, Tyler, you’re only on the second floor. Why are you thinking about the window?”
Tyler froze up, wanting to curl in on himself. He was so so cold and he wanted to turn on the light. When had the lights gone off?
Something boomed outside as Blurry grabbed Tyler’s leg and Tyler cried out. Black stained him. He didn’t want more black marks, he wanted Josh’s blue hands.
“Fucking answer me, Tyler.”
“I want to l-leave,” Tyler begged, wailing. His nose was running. “I don’t l-like being alone with y-you.”
Blurry’s face twisted into a sickening, too-wide red smile, red eyes hurting him. The same smile as when Josh asked why Tyler called the cops.
“You don’t like me, Tyler?! I’m not good enough for you?! Why won’t you just listen to me, Tyler? I know what’s best for you. What’s best is that you end it.”
A hand around his throat, closing and pushing, pushing him up against the wall. Tyler struggled, his nails clawing at Blurry’s black hands.
Black marks everywhere.
Deadly red dripping from Blurry’s smile as he picked up the cold razor, pressing it into Tyler’s hand and dropping him.
Tyler’s wrists began to drip red as he begged Blurry to leave him alone, screaming against the winds picking up outside.
The winds pressed into the windows, straining, straining.
Pressing into Tyler’s mind.
Wind hits the glass like pills.
“Just end it, Tyler. I know what’s best.”
Tyler’s hand shook as he cupped the candy pills, his chest aching.
The windows seemed to burst as Tyler followed Blurry’s instructions.
Blurry knew what was best.