𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.

Warnings: forest fic vibes 😈

Words: 666

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"Hey, Josh?" I mutter, matching my volume to the eerie feeling in the dark, plain room. I glance up into the far left corner of the ceiling, where I see a blinking red dot. Almost as if there was someone in the room pointing a laser pointer straight into the corner.

"Yeah, bud?" Josh says, his back leaned against the door. He's criss-crossed on the floor with a green tennis ball in his hands. He was just throwing it, but now he is only squeezing it with his hands.

"What do you think it's like to live a normal life?" I keep my eyes level with Josh, even though in the corner of my eye I can still see the blinking red dot. I wouldn't be surprised if they were on their way to our room right now, they can't ever give us the privacy we deserve. Always nagging us, and asking us questions.

Josh glances up at me, a small smile on his face, "is there a reason you're asking this?"

I lick my lips, and shake my head. "Will you answer the question?" I ask teasingly annoyed, and he chuckles lightly.

"I don't think anyone lives a normal life. Everyone has a different life, different beliefs, different situations. It's all about how you perceive your life. Do you think your life is normal, Tyler?" He explains. He begins to throw the tennis ball again, it hits the wall with a loud thump before returning back to him.

I glance up at the blinking red dot, the laser pointer that won't quit bugging me. They are on their way right now, I can hear their shuffling feet and their loud voices. I can hear the the pens clicking and the notebook pages. I can hear the confusion in their voice, and the urgency in their stride.

"Well, I don't know any other way. All I know is right here with you, and how I wouldn't want it any other way, no matter how crazy it must seem."

Josh catches his tennis ball with a clunk to his palm, and his eyes meet mine. "I think you're normal, Tyler. Everyone has their demons, some are easy to fight back and hide, while others... others need angels to help fight alongside with them."

Immediately the door is thrust open, hundreds of men and women in white coats and loud voices surround me. The light flicks on, blinding me for a mere second before I glance over at the blinking red dot. Except now I see the source. The video camera for my room.

Josh has left me, he always leaves me to deal with these "doctors" so they call themselves.

They huddle around me, their hands on my shoulders trying to calm me, and their voices questioning who I was talking to. I don't speak, I don't even give them more than a glance.

All I do is stare up at the camera in the corner, the blinking red dot, and I think strongly on what Josh had said.

"Everyone has their demons, some are easy to fight back and hide, while others... others need angels to help fight alongside with them."

Sometimes I need to pretend to feel okay. Sometimes I need to imagine things how they were, when the person I loved the most was alive with me. Is that normal?

Apparently imagining things puts you in asylums. Apparently wanting to be with the ones you love makes you insane. Not normal.

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𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 📝 :

I don't know if this one made sense... it is supposed to be sort of a "reminder" of the forest fic, but also my own thing. If you didn't understand I will explain... so, Josh did exist at one point but then he died and so Tyler started acting like he didn't die and then he got put into an insane asylum.

I used references from horror movies for the insane asylum so it's probably nothing like real life. 😂