My name is Tyler Joseph, I have an awful life. I'm diagnosed with depression. I'm failing all my classes except music. My parents are basically ashamed of me. When I'm home the only thing I do is play the piano and write songs about my feelings. Something my parents will never understand. They don't understand anything I do. They want me to make friends and live a regular life but they don't understand how hard it is to go out in the street and talk to a random person. I live through most of my high school alone. Until year 11. Things all changed when I met the person who is always there for me.
I woke up in my bed after having only two hours of sleep. I'm not complaining that's the most sleep I've ever had in the past week. Today I start year 11 in school. Honestly, I'm not up to going today. I feel like shit. Why am I surprised? I always feel that way. I get out of bed and get dressed for the day. I put a plain black t-shirt and some jeans. I pick up my bag with barely anything in it and head downstairs. I look at the clock and see it's 8:00. Thirty minutes until school. I take my phone and turn it on to not be surprised by the lack of notifications there were. I also realized the charge was at 20 percent. Well, I'll live with it. I go to the front door and put my shoes on and leave to walk to school.
I stared at the building that I dreaded made of bricks and metal doors. School. I hate it its prison. You're either the bully of the victim. You can't be either. The insult varies from what you wear to your family. That's how it goes. This place really does not help my anxiety. Teachers forcing you to go up in front of the class and talk. Even if they know of your 'problem' they think its an excuse to get out of work. One time I had a full panic attack in the middle of class. That was great the next day I was now as the panic boy. No one wanted to associate themselves with me at all after that incident.
I walked up to the doors and opened them. I went to my first class which was English. I hate English what was the use of it. We speak it every day after all. I opened the door and walked into class. The only spot available was in the back. I love the back, it's where you can hide from the teacher. I take the empty desk and sit. The bell rings and the teacher soon enters the class. He begins to speak.
"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Simons I will be your teacher for this class. I do not tolerate slackers at all in this class so be ready." he said in a monotone voice. I already didn't like this teacher, he is the type that will not cut me any slack because of my mental health. While the teacher started to talk again the door slammed open. A guy with red hair walks into the classroom. But no one seems to notice him. The boy with red hair looks around the class and stops at me. I become curious because no one is noticing this. I broke out of my thoughts when I hear my name being called.
"Mr. Joseph. Are you with us right now?" Mr. Simons asks
"Yea, "I say quietly.
When I look back I see the door is closed and that boy is nowhere to be found.
After class, I walk to my locker. I have the lock made with words. I put my code in and open my locker. Once I organize my stuff I close my locker. Start to walk to class again but I see that curious boy with red hair. I follow him until he reaches the forest and turns around and just looks at me while I look at him.
"Who are you?" I ask immediately.
"Josh," he answers.
I walk up close to him to get a better look. He has really bright red hair, hazel eyes ones that would calm you with one glance, and he's a little shorter than me. "Mine's Tyler," I said
"I knew that," he said smiling. That smile was contagious.
"How did no one but me see you barge into the classroom?" I asked.
"You don't know why?" Josh asked. I shook my head so he continues, "I can only be seen by those who desperately need a friend." he said. "And you Tyler, need a friend." he smiles when I smile.
I didn't have anything to say. Honestly, I don't know what to say. I've never had a friend before. He starts to talk again but I don't hear him. I'm still shell-shocked that someone is actually going to be my friend. Even if no one else can see him it still means a lot. I'm broken away from my thoughts when he grabs my arm. I look into his eyes and realize they looked really worried.
"Are you alright Tyler?" he asked slowly.
"I...uh..." shit I'm panicking. I'm starting to breathe really fast and I'm shaking uncontrollably. Josh looks like he is understanding what is currently happening so he starts to talk. I think he's telling me to breathe slower, nope that won't work. I'm starting to feel dizzy and I fall to the ground. Josh follows me and is panicking even more himself. I see his face light up as if he remembered something and before I could stop him he bent down and kissed me. I was a nice feeling. His lips fit perfectly around mine. I felt myself go closer into the embrace but before it could get too far he broke away. To be honest, I was sad, it felt like we were meant for each other.
"What happened," he asked.
"You kissed me," I answered.
"Yea I did, I felt like it. I meant why did you panic?" he answered. I blushed a little too.
"I've never had a friend before," I said. "I didn't know how to react."
"Well you would usually say something like this... sure I'll be your frien," he said
"You forgot to pronounce the 'd'," I said laughing. Gee, it's been a while since I laughed.
"Yeah, it's how I say it," he said joining into my laughter.
"Well ok... sure I'll be your frien, "I answered I was now laughing until I couldn't breathe. So this is what it's like to have a friend.