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Twenty One Pilots - Doubt

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Fear might be the death of me

Fear leads to anxiety

Don't know what's inside of me

It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't fair.

The world did not need to be so mercilessly cruel and evil.

Simon did not deserve to die.

I watched helplessly as the waves lapped at Simon's dead body and my lap. I did not care that I was kneeling waist-deep in the water. I simply did not care.

Sobs laced with pain scraped at my throat and fell off my lips, filling the air with rage, anger, hopelessness, and grief as I bent over Simon, hugging his dead body to my chest.

"It's not fair, it's not fair!" I wailed. "It's not fair, it's just not fair!" Overhead, thunder crashed and the rain kept on steadily falling. The water lapped more vigorously at Simon, as though urging me to let go and let it take him.

Give him to me, the waves seemed to say. Give him to me. Let me take him away. Give him to me.

"NO!!!" I shrieked, clutching Simon's dead body tight to mine. "NO!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM, YOU JUST CAN'T!!!"

Just let me go, Y/n. I've always wanted to see the ocean, remember?

Heaving with sobs, I bent my head down and gently grazed my forehead against his.

"Simon," I whispered, fighting to keep my voice steady. "I love you, Simon." I pressed my lips to his forehead, brushing his hair away. Then I released his body back into the water and watched it float away as the rain subsided and slowed to a trickle. A heaviness of defeat and hopelessness fell over me, and I turned and dragged myself through the water and onto the shore. I tried to stand up, but my knees gave out and I ended up in the same W position adults always cautioned against. I squinted, but I couldn't see Simon.

He's gone forever.

I buried my face in my hands and cried until I thought there was nothing left for me to give. But the tears kept falling, mixing with my and Simon's blood.

"Y/n, what happened to you? What..." I jerked my head up and saw Jack on the verge of crouching down next to me. The rainwater had made the paint on his body messy and chaotic, giving it a melted and drippy appearance. Behind it all, I could see those blue eyes that I'd fallen so hard for in the first place, etched with concern as he reached towards me.

But the only thing I could feel was hate. Hate and anger, so hot and so passionate that I began to shake. He was responsible for Simon's death, I'd seen it on his face, in those eyes.

"You." I scuttled away from him and leapt up, glaring at the former choirboy. I could barely get my words out as I pointed a shaking finger at him. "You-you damned-I can't even begin to-"

"Wait, what I'd do?" Jack asked, confused. He reached a hand towards me. "I don't understand, what did I-"

"You promised-" I started laughing, loud and hysterical and shrill, pointing wildly at him. "You promised no one would get hurt-you can't go breaking promises-"

"Hurt?" Jack echoed. "Who did I hurt, Y/n, I'm so confused-" He laid a hand on my shoulder, setting me off.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, JACK MERRIDEW!!!" I shrieked, batting his hand away. "DON'T YOU DARE YOU DAMNED SON OF A-" I let out a few choice words, anger pumping through my veins and making me shake. Jack watched me, true concern shining in his eyes.