Øverturning the lies (a twenty one pilots fanfiction)

~Mari~

She doesn't know where or when or how, but she finds a notebook in her hands. And she knows what she has to do.

But then she simply stares at the notebook she holds, wondering if she is in the right mentality to try and write how she feels. 

Is that a terrible idea, forcing herself to come clean? 

Or is it the most therapuetic thing for her right now? 

She doesn't know but she picks up the pencil she holds and manages to jot something down. 

The meaning is not something she honestly cares all that much about. 

She has no idea what any of it means; simply enjoys the feeling of release. 

The buzzing in her fingers, the sweet feeling of accomplishment that shoots through her whole body, sweeping away the darkness, for a time. 

Making it easier to swallow when it does return. 

Because inevitably, it will. 

Maybe not as strong as in recent years, maybe not as overwhelming. 

But it will be there. 

She knows because she has been alive long enough to know how the story goes. 

As soon as things decide to take a turn upwards, they plummet back to earth. 

Regardless of her pitiful attempts to stop it. 

She sets the pencil down suddenly, reading her writing. 

Raising the flag higher, and higher still, 

We will not surrender this night, not to your tyrannical rule, 

Not to your hyperfocused reality of darkness 

Not to your lies you tried to feed us that tasted sweet but were bitter, 

Bitter. Bitter. 

Empty. 

We will overturn these lies tonight. 

Trade in death for life 

And dark for light. 

Marching together. 

Standing strong. 

Free. 

Under the colors that units us, that only seperate us from you, 

From the place that shaped us but does not define us, 

We are constantly rising above it 

No matter what your plans are 

No matter how you try to control us. 

We are fighting. 

And we will not give up. 

No matter what this fight takes out of us, 

Even the breath out of our bodies, 

It will be not be the end of us. 

For a moment she simply sits there in stunned silence. 

I wrote that? 

She wrote something that was true and from the heart and it sounded sweet, not forced? 

She's still musing over her unexpected stroke of brilliance when someone joins her. 

It's Tyler. 

Something about him...she really can't explain it. 

But it makes her happy to see that he no longer looks as exhuasted. 

"Are you writing something?" he asks. 

Mari nods. 

On a complete whim she says, "Do-do you want to read it?" 

"Of course!" he says. 

Mari bites her lip, nervous. 

But she hands it to him. 

To her great relief her hands are not shaking. 

The few minutes it takes for him to read it are agony to Mari. 

Is it awful? 

Is she-

"Wow," Tyler says, handing her the notebook back. "That was really good." 

"Really?" Mari asks, surprised. 

"I wouldn't say it if it weren't true," he says. 

And she knows it. 

"Thank you," Mari says, genuinely meaning it. 

She's smiling and she knows it, likes how happy this makes her, that someone really enjoyed what she created.

"You're welcome," Tyler says. 

That happy feeling ends up lasting for the rest of the day, and it amazes Mari. 

But she doesn't complain. 

There are far worse things to feel, after all.