Falling Stars

Chapter 2: Stay In Your Lane, Boy

//JOSH\\

Debby pops Vessel into the CD player in my car and smiles, her hand gripping my forearm as she leans back. She closes her eyes, considering she woke up about a half hour ago.

"We don't have to go until later if you don't want to." I point out. "Its only 9:30." I shake my head as she waves me off. Her earrings glint in the sunlight, which is still slightly orange. I chuckle slightly as her hair falls off of the seat when she leans back.

"Eh. I wanna hang with Jen. We're gonna make bracelets again." She smiles, leaning the seat back, even more. I roll my eyes.

"This truck is old. Don't break my seat, Deb." I warn, my heart fluttering in my chest as she lets out a tiny giggle. I cant help but smile as she flicks my arm when I pull out of the driveway.

"I wont break your seat, doofus. Your seat is nice." Debby giggles as we drive through the suburban neighborhood. The trees thin as we approach Downtown Columbus. I'm surprised how much traffic there is, considering its only 10 AM. Well, that's just great.

"In the words of Brendon Urie, 'Traffic is so much fun, 'cause it's not like i was really trying to get anywhere.'" I sing making her bust out in laughter. "Words to live by, Bren." I grin.

"Have you talked to him lately?" She asks, causing me to nod.

"I saw him last week. He bought me a pot pie." I shrug, making her laugh hysterically. "Yes, I saw him, so he took me to this bakery, and then I was just like, 'hmm.. Pot pie.' And he's like, 'Done!' And then I ate a pot pie."

"A pot pie? Really?" She sits up, looking out the window. We're about 5 minutes from Tyler's place, and I can tell she's kind of bored.

"Almost there." I assure, making her nod, pulling her hair behind her ears, laughing. Laughing until she stops. I am looking at her, now, watching her face grow nervous. "What's wr-"

"Josh!" She screams, making my head snap up to see a black car, which swervs onto our lane. I slam onto the brakes, but the driver of the black Prius doesn't seem to notice me. He slams into us, making my head slam into the seat. Debby screams as we flip, practically crushing the car's passenger side.

And that's all I remember.

//Debby\\

My eyes drag themselves open, and the first thing that I notice is a gigantic pain in my chest. The second thing I notice scares me. It scares me so much that I actually do cry. I let out a guttural, terrified scream.

The second thing I notice is Josh. Josh, and his closed eyes, blood trickling down his forehead. There are shards of glass sticking out of his neck and stomach. "Oh, God. Josh!" I scream, making my chest hurt. This pain is excruciating. I move, and its like the glass tears into my skin little by little. Sirens are in the distance. Distance is an overstatement, considering I see an ambulance is on the horizon, but they can't get here fast enough. "Josh... Josh, please. Wake up." I whimper, leaning my head back. I push my hand on top of his, and it terrifies me when I realize, his hands are cold. "C'mon, could you get any slower?' I say to the ambulance which I just stopping next to us. "Josh, come on. Stop it." I whisper.

There are people, now, but I don't really hear them. My eyes are fixed on Josh, one of the funniest guys ever. Josh Dun, the biggest doofus, and my boyfriend, has never been this quiet. Silence is golden, but it's also boring. Josh Dun's silence is the scariest thing ever. It is the worst feeling in the world when you realize that someone can be torn away from you in the snap of a finger, just because some idiot wouldn't stay in his lane. Imagine the pit in your stomach, and the ache in your heart when someone is hurt so badly that they are unresponsive. That's all I feel. That's all I can feel until I feel someone pull me out of the wreckage, causing me to whimper as I try my best to stay with that bleeding blob of hair dye stuck in the drivers' seat. I violently shake my head, unable to tell if I am screaming or just whimpering. I stare as they pull him out of the car, terrified beyond belief as they pluck the pieces of glass out of his neck. It distracts me until I am on a gurney, and they practically rip the shard of glass out of my rib cage. I whimper, not really caring about myself, right now.

"Deb," I turn my head, wincing in pain as I look at who the voice belongs to. I am shocked beyond belief when I see Jenna standing there, trying not to get in the way of the paramedics as they press gauze to my major wounds. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line, and she looks nervous beyond belief. "Deb, calm down." She whispers. Her eyes are glossed with tears. I nod, turning my head back to where Josh is... was. Josh isn't there, anymore, and it scares me. It doesn't scare me, because he isn't there, no. It scares me because all I see in that space is Tyler, sitting on the side of the road, a devastated look on his tear-stained face. His knees are brought up to his chest, ans his hood is up. He looks terrified.

"Josh," I whisper. My heart thuds against the skin of my chest, and I cant help but cry out in pain at every single move. It feels like I am dying over and over... and it isn't fair. Why cant they get it over with. Lucky had many definitions. Is living through excruciating pain and agony just so you can endure more hardships, lucky? Is surviving the most terrifying experience if your life and letting it haunt you forever, lucky? If surviving is so lucky, then why is life so miserable 90% of the time? These are the thoughts that haunt me as I eventually fall asleep.

----

My eyes snap open, making me instinctively shut them, again. I can't breathe, I can't feel anything but pain. I hear two voices and I instantly know who they are. I hate this. Not only is this scenario painful, its painfully cliche. And that sucks. "Debby," Jenna says, "Deb, you opened them once, you can do it again. So I do. It's a squint. But I do. "There she is."

"Ow." I whisper, sighing. The first thing I completely see is Jenna. Tyler is curled up in her arms, asleep. "Hi, Jen."

"You really scared us," Jenna whispers. She runs a hand through her hair, holding Tyler tightly. Tyler is quite adorable, if I am being completely honest. He looks so small in that chair. He looks so innocent.

But it hits me then and there.

Tyler wouldn't choose me over his best friend. He should be with Josh right now, even if Jenna is in here. Tyler should be sitting by his bedside, laughing with an extremely drugged and groggy Josh Dun, who is all bandaged up. He shouldn't be a terrified little puppy sleeping on Jens lap with a horrified look on his face. He flinched ever so often. The sleep isn't even peaceful, and the last time I saw him like that was when he broke down about himself... And Jen had to snap him out of it. Oh my God. Why isn't Tyler with Josh?

My heart rate escalates, and Jenna can see that, considering I'm being monitored. She looks at me, shaking her head. "Deb, calm down." She places her hand on mine, but I am completely terrified. "Debby, everything is going to be okay."

"Calm down, Debby, please." It takes me this long to realize that Tyler is awake, and his brown eyes are tired. They're so red. His hands are pale as he grips my shoulders. "Snap out of it, Deb!" He squeaks. "I know what you're thinking, and you're right." Tyler's voice cracked. "You're right and I hate it so much."

"He is?" I squeak, terrified at the answer.

Tyler opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Nothing but a choking sob. He breaks down. He breaks down, again. He just breaks. It snaps him in half, yet I'm still here, begging for him to answer me... Which eventually, he does. "Josh..."

The last words out of his mouth break me. They shatter me into a million pieces that can't be glued back together... Because my super glue is gone.

"Josh is dead."

So, long live the car crash hearts

Cry on the couch

All the poets come to life.

Fix me in 45.

--a/n--

Short but effective. Effective at what? Slowly burning your souls by killing Joshua William Dun.

Tbh I felt a pang in my stomach as I wrote that last part.

Yeezus.

I MIGHT BE AUDITIONING FOR AMERICAS GOT TALENT.

My mom ordered me the Death Of A Bachelor package from Panic!'s gomerch. Its the v expensive one and I'm very excited to get it.

Anyway, I like singing. Just gonna throw that out there.

I love you my Carcrashovercastyoungbloods.

-Emily aka Foblvr