twenty one pilots one shots

Almost Home

A/N: It's currently 11:20 PM and I was trying to go to sleep and this song I had completely forgotten about came up on my sleep playlist and of course my brain fit the lyrics to Tyler and Josh. So here I am. Also, I highly suggest you listen to the song this one-shot is inspired by. I attached it in the media box... hopefully it'll show up...

***trigger warning: suicide attempt***

Enjoy!

Josh was having a rough night. He didn't think he had ever been this depressed before.

And it was weird because it literally came out of nowhere. One second he was laughing with Tyler about something stupid, the next he felt this crippling sadness that refused to go away.

He couldn't trace back the feeling's origins, and it only made him sadder.

He realized that he barely knew himself. He had no idea why he was sad. He couldn't pinpoint the contributing factor to this melancholy that plagued the air he breathed.

This mysterious sadness only worsened. Even when Tyler said something he genuinely thought funny, he had to force the laugh from his throat.

What is wrong with me?

This single phrase occupied Josh's muddled mind every other little thought.

Why am I sad? I have no reason to be. I'm surrounded by the people I love, I'm living my dream, everything is honky dory. So why do I feel this way? Why am I so sad?

After two weeks of this strange affliction that was slowly destroying every aspect of Josh's life having its iron grip on the drummer, he finally stepped onto the ledge.

His hand was cramping slightly from writing the note he left on Tyler's pillow, but that small, nagging irritation was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling inside.

The cold wind swooped up from the ground, making it feel colder to Josh than it actually was.

He might as well get used to feeling his body growing cold. That's what your body does when you die.

The sun beat down on him, providing little comfort in the bitter cold. He didn't need to look up anyways. He needed to focus on the ants that populated the ground so far below the tips of his toes.

All Josh had to do was lean forward ever so slightly, and then it would all be over.

It's that simple.

But he hesitated.

He shook his head, the tips of his artificially red hair sweeping in front of his sad, brown eyes.

"Josh?"

Josh froze.

The voice was out of breath, stating his name rather than calling it inquiringly, and it was familiar.

"Hey, Tyler."

"I got your note. I thought I would be too late."

Josh didn't reply, he just stood there on the barrier between his miserable, worthless life and an imminent glory with eternal promises to uphold.

"No, you're not too late." Josh finally answered. "Still standing here."

"You don't have to stand there, Josh." Tyler says slowly, obviously choosing his words cautiously. "And you don't have to fall forward. You can, however, fall backward. I'll be there to catch you. Your brother will be there to catch you. Your sisters will be there to catch you. Your mom and your dad will be there to catch you. Heck, you have a whole darn net made of your loved ones woven together to break your fall."