Inside, he's certain he's screaming. But it seems as though he's been out of touch with who he really is for so long, there is no way to be sure.
Every piece of who he might have been has been swallowed by the false lights, false hope, and empty, glittering promises of this city.
There was always a part of him that felt compelled to rebel, a part of him that never could find a place within the despair that was Dema.
Its voice was miniscule compared to the rest. But it was there.
Now it isn't.
Looking back, he isn't even sure why he bothered clinging to that tiny ray of hope, of light, brought about by that non-conforming part.
It was lost so easily.
Somewhere, deep down, he knows to be afraid.
He has started to believe the lies.
He understands the reasons, the true reasons why he is afraid to speak against the system, in his mind or otherwise.
To stand out was to risk the same punishment he witnessed being carried out on Clancy.
Death.
But-and this was what scared him, or at least, whatever part of this broken mind was really his at all-by another's hand.
The teachings of vialism-the teachings he knew to be wrong, so very wrong...they had started to become part of him.
We glorify those even more when they...
But he can't finish that sentence.
Where are you, Josh? he thinks, daring to raise his head the slightest bit, towards the sky. I need you. I'm scared...
AHsfhjskadfhjksadfh *flails in author panic* That's sad. Gosh dang it, me.
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Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)
FanfictionTyler is alone in the city of Dema. He can't remember who he was before then. All he knows now is trying to survive in this world. He sees others around him who are struggling too, and he wants to help them. But he can't. He can't even seem to help...
