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muserevival2016-02-29 02:48 am
tearingloveapart) wrote in muserevival2016-02-29 02:48 am
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117.4. Drabble
Wait
Tyler didn't want anyone near him. The only people he was even letting near his twin were the doctors and the nurses. He had blocked Nate, he had been holding his parents and younger brother off. None of that would be easy for them, but he wasn't coping and his mind was playing tricks on him again. He was fearing if anyone or anything got close to Jeremy, they would harm him more.
He hadn't been there the first time Jeremy was harmed. He caused the harm, but he was so mentally incapacitated that he hadn't been present. He had been a mess, on death's door himself. Riddled with addiction and untreated mental illness that caused a terrible form of amnesia causing him to forget he had a twin at all. The paranoid delusions made him believe his identical twin was an evil projection trying to kill him. He didn't remember those things, but he had been told of the worst of it, as a form of therapy to try to recover.
Now there were complications. Something was wrong with Jeremy. He wasn't waking up. He was just lying there. And Tyler sat, and he waited. All he could do was wait. He couldn't leave. If he left, he would give into all those horrible urges creeping back into his mind. The cravings were gnawing away inside. He had scratches up his forearms just from clawing at them with the hunger to use again. If he went away, he would do something bad again. And if he did that, he wouldn't be here for Jeremy. He would be gone. He would have to end it.
He had to be here. He had to wait. That was all there was left to do.
Tyler Peterson || Original Character
Tyler didn't want anyone near him. The only people he was even letting near his twin were the doctors and the nurses. He had blocked Nate, he had been holding his parents and younger brother off. None of that would be easy for them, but he wasn't coping and his mind was playing tricks on him again. He was fearing if anyone or anything got close to Jeremy, they would harm him more.
He hadn't been there the first time Jeremy was harmed. He caused the harm, but he was so mentally incapacitated that he hadn't been present. He had been a mess, on death's door himself. Riddled with addiction and untreated mental illness that caused a terrible form of amnesia causing him to forget he had a twin at all. The paranoid delusions made him believe his identical twin was an evil projection trying to kill him. He didn't remember those things, but he had been told of the worst of it, as a form of therapy to try to recover.
Now there were complications. Something was wrong with Jeremy. He wasn't waking up. He was just lying there. And Tyler sat, and he waited. All he could do was wait. He couldn't leave. If he left, he would give into all those horrible urges creeping back into his mind. The cravings were gnawing away inside. He had scratches up his forearms just from clawing at them with the hunger to use again. If he went away, he would do something bad again. And if he did that, he wouldn't be here for Jeremy. He would be gone. He would have to end it.
He had to be here. He had to wait. That was all there was left to do.
Tyler Peterson || Original Character