Delete. (Joshler; Book 1)

Tyler's POV
I woke up. I had failed my attempt. I was in an extremely bright room and it was giving me a headache. I groaned and covered my eyes and the lights were shut off.

"Tyler?" Wait... mom?

Okay... maybe I hadn't woken up...

"Oh my god Tyler I'm so sorry I should have been more attentive and careful. This wouldn't have happened..." I lifted my arms up lightly in a hug - like manner. She hugged me and I hissed in slight pain.

"It's okay mom..." She shook her head wildly and let go of me. I looked at her face for the first time and it looked like she hadn't had sleep for years. And her face was covered in tears.

Okay. So she wasn't the best mom but she was my mom. I still loved her either way.

"It's not okay Ty... I'm a horrible person. I should've noticed that you weren't all right... I could've helped you before it got this bad." I looked down slightly not really knowing if it was true or not. Then the door opened.

"Tyler Joseph?" I nodded and mom wiped her face before looking up at the man in the white coat.

"Tyler... you are going to be admitted to a recovery program." I nodded lightly knowing this was gonna happen if I did fail. Which I did. "So... someone will be assigned to you and they will walk you around school, simple things like that just to make sure that you are okay. Once you've shown enough improvement you will be taken out of it and live a normal life."

I bit my lip and my mom just nodded as he spoke and she coughed lightly turning her attention back to the doctor.

"You will also need to see a counselor once to twice a week. Now let me take a look at your arms and bandage them up." I nodded and held my arms out so he could see them better. Mom gasped while I just sat there looking bored. There were so many cuts that covered my arms... some deeper than others.

The doctor had noticed my flinches and groans every once in a while and finished quickly. "You will be prescribed pain killers as well. You'll need to bandage your arms for a while until they have healed." I nodded and sighed lightly as I sighed and bit my lip.

The doctor left and mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes. She shook her head and mumbled a quick sorry before leaving the room.

I took a picture of myself which was a bit difficult since my arms still hurt like hell.

I posted it and put a caption which I found a bit funny.

I'm okay.

Most smart people would realize what that meant. I wasn't okay. I was broken... and I don't think anything could fix that. But that's me.

Tyler Joseph, the depressed one.