Chapter 3

(Ty's POV)

When we got home, I found out Jocelyn was going to be watching over me, by the order of the court. So, here I was, embarrassed. Feeling awkward as my girlfriend simply stared at me with shocked and hurt eyes I took a breath in.

"What do I need to explain?" I asked.

"What the hell happened," she asked.

"Forgot who I was," I lied.

"Something else," Jocelyn said.

"Nothing else is wrong, I'm just...stressed, at the moment,"

Liar.

Shut up.

"Tyler...Tyler...Tyler!" Jocelyn was snapping in my ear. I blinked. What the hell just happened?

"S-s-sorry..." I muttered. Jocelyn sighed and looked at me with that 'You're obviously not going to talk any time soon' look. I looked away from her, my knee twitching violently. Jocelyn took no notice.

"Why don't you go lay down?" You look kinda sick..." She said. I wasn't listening though. My stomach was on my side as I got up. Stumbling, I went into my room and shut the door behind me. Without thinking I grabbed an orange bottle and unscrewed the white cap. I took out one of the pills and took it.

It felt like floating through darkness. I felt weightless, like I could go through anything and everything if I wanted to. Of course, all things have to end. Prying my eyes open through the crusty substance that coated it was difficult, and what was waiting for me was even worse. Sun shone through the blinds and onto my face, and spots danced behind my eyelids as I quickly shut them again.

Sighing, I started to get up to shut them... wait. Why wasn't I getting up? I felt fine, my head didn't hurt...oh. Never mind. My head burned, my thoughts scrambled. I couldn't feel my body, and I'm pretty sure that if I could, I wouldn't want to. A voice in my head was calling my name, just barely managing to make it through the static sound of nothingness that preoccupied my brain.

"Tyler...Tyler...Ty-LER!" The voice spoke, and something tugged at my arm. Suddenly, everything was awake. My eyes shot open and the sun was still there, but it was blocked out slightly by a figure. The figure pulled at my arm, urging me to get up, but I'm was just so...tired... I didn't ever want to get up, but my mind, heart, and eventually body disobeyed me, and I was pulled up into a sitting position. It felt like everything was rushing to the bottom of my body, then suddenly it came back up again. Like a weird rollarcoaster. Except, this time, the cart didn't come up to the top of the roller coaster. No, it was all the food I didn't eat coming back up and all over my front. Well, I didn't like this shirt anyway.

"Shit, Ty.. We need to get you to a doctor. Come on." The mystery figure said, and I finally recognized the person.

NO! I can't go to the doctors! They'll know! A voice whispered in my head. I opened my mouth to protest but already saw the figure dial the hospital.

"No! J-J-Jocelyn...I'm fine just...have a cold..." I muttered. My girlfriend snapped her head towards me. I began to shiver. My body was cold, real cold.

Jocelyn came over to me and caressed my cheek.

"Is that the truth? The REAL truth?" She asked. I nodded. She suddenly jumped away.

"Sorry! Stepped on your foot!" Jocelyn said. I raised an eyebrow. I didn't feel anything...

I looked down. My foot was fine. I could move it and all. Finally I realized it. It wasn't just my fingers that were numb, my whole body was.

I hid my shock with a simple cough. Damn, this was bad, wasn't it?

I was able to get outside later. The moon was shining in the sky by that time, so I was staring up at it.

"God...or who ever is up there...why? Why the fuck did you make me like this? Why the hell did I do? Tell me and I'll fix it!" I growled up to the sky. I got no reply. I broke down and started crying.

"Why did this happen? When did I do wrong?" I whispered. Finally I got up and went inside, aware of a butterfly sitting on a flower not to far away.