"Tyler, I don't wanna do this." I whispered quietly. Tyler heard, because he went and sat on a box. "Well, tough..."

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Tyler, the... The gun isn't in your hand... It's .. It's in my own..." I looked down to see the gun Tyler held in my own hand. "Well good for you, doesn't change jack shit..." He mumbled quietly. "30 seconds..."

I slowly put it in my mouth. "Oh?" Tyler said, curious. "Hey. It's you and me both... Friends?"