She hears the whispers, finds the words tumbling out of her mouth. So she shoves her pain and hurt out of the way, shoves what happened and how she feels away.
She's here now, and...she forgot how much she hated this.
How could she forget this?
It seems as though her mind decided to take a break from being a part of her body as it went along with its usual routines.
But, regardless...it's back now.
At least partially.
And now she's fully aware of everything.
The long hours of feeling nothing as she goes about those long, dark, halls, her head down.
Those short, anxiety-inducing breaks as the enormity of what the city stands for looms over her.
And then that precious, precious time where she could be truly alone.
With nothing but her thoughts, no, but also herself.
For once there were no outside influences.
No one else to think or even worry about.
Unless that time would sour, being filled with the same thoughts she grew to hate.
Then she would wait for the routine to begin anew, because of the security and sureness it provided her with.
Even if, even when the routine would make her ache for something she never felt before, ache for something new, it would still be there in its predictability.
And that is how she always felt as she fell asleep at night, exhausted after wearing herself down...
Exhuasted from being trapped inside a world she lacks the strength to escape.
Oh, she thinks, why did it have to go like this?
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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...
