Down in our forest - a ‘forest fic’ continuation
TW - Implied suicide, suicide
I didn’t write the forest fic!! I just really like it, and was inspired to write a little continuation <3
A cycle. Everything has been an agonizing, never ending cycle since Tyler died.
A reason. Josh lacked reasoning to keep going. He told himself it was to see another day, but what was the point when they all were the same?
An off key piano, a too-tight shirt, a mess of pumpkin orange rage, followed by storm gray doubt.
Josh couldn’t tell anyone about Tyler’s passing, because he was always met with the same thing.
But he was, he was so real. Josh knew, because he went their every day, to the place that once was their treehouse. Theirs.
Sometimes he just sat, staring into the wreck, pretending he could still hear that rare light-turquoise laughter. Other days he would scream. A red, red scream that cut through the forest’s navy blues, dark greens and browns, as his hands and knees became covered with the ashes of mistakes, both of theirs.
Josh hated his house, it never felt like a home, black-blue, two emotions he now associated with his long talks with Tyler.
His therapist issued him a service dog, for his ‘episodes’ as he called them. Episodes, the word smelled like the wrong shade of lilac, littered with green-orange unease.
But his dog was golden, after all it was in the species name. But in terms of real name, josh went with the name Jim, a concrete gray consistent sounding name, with the texture of nearly dry mud.
But predictably, nothing helped. Every day josh spiraled further into insanity, a migraine that ranged from every direction until his vision was nothing but static white.
Other days he could swallow the thick syrupy suffocating feel, but not today. A Sunday, a day that never lived up to its name, because a Sunday meant another week of nothing new. No sun, only too-light yellow, and dark gray storms.
A Sunday was when josh couldn’t take the hurt anymore.
No one knew the details, because no one knew josh, really knew him.
Dark blue-black tears, lime green and gray sounds of sneakers slapping against pavement with every step of a run, a hot pink leap in front of a white white car.. a road littered in lifeless red.
Josh didn’t know if he believed in an afterlife, but the static white finally went, and was replaced with a blue black, a different one, an empty one.
The emptiness didn’t last forever like in the books josh read in his mind.
When an orange gold warmth shone on his face, the boy with c-major lips and tiger growl teeth was greeted by chocolate eyes, and a crooked sheet music smile.. the two who went through life never being known, both went for a quiet sage green walk until they reached a treehouse, their treehouse, down in a forest, their forest.
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