Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)

~Tyler~

Possible TW. Briefly talks abouts self-harm.

Somehow reality's all swirling around and he finds himself in a scene that might be real, might be the product of his fevered mind-but he's not sure which is true, because he can't...focus...on...what's...happening.

Because it seems like this is happening, even if it really isn't:

The bishop siezes Tyler's wrists, squeezing them untril it hurts.

"Please..." Tyler says, "Stop. Stop it!"

Nico just laughs.

His mask seems to blur, red to yellow, yellow to red, until Tyler's no longer sure if he's an enemy, or if he, himself is.

Tyler looks down, and when he does, he sees that his skin is smeared with blood.

His blood.

Did I do this? Tyler asks himself.

Because in all honesty he's not sure anymore.

All he can do is stare as his life leeches away while his brain pleads his unresponding body to do something, anything, please, you can't just give up!

He's jolted back in a moment, and it takes a second for him to remember it was the same day-it had only been a day, somehow, since-

He swallows, and tries to shove it all away in a box in the back of his mind, pretend it's okay.

Tries not to be swallowed by that darkness inside him.

He looks around; the three of them are still walking.

"Let's sit down for a minute," Jenna suggests...somehow he hears that, surprisingly.

But he does, ignoring how shaky his legs are.

Maybe if he makes it past this moment he'll have new worries, but it seems impossible from now.

He stares at the horizon, having to blink back tears all of a sudden.

Nothing is going wrong but somehow, everything is.

He sighs to himself, incredibly exhausted. He's always exhausted. And he hopes no one else notices. He doesn't what them to be concerned.

He definitely doesn't.

Nico must have been right...he doesn't seem to deserve love, just pain.

*sad*
Just sad, okay? Lemme be sad for a sec. Okay.