Fake You Out || Twenty One Pilots Fanfic || completed

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I awoke to my alarm screaming at me with the worst tone, screeching with its high pitched machinery.

I began to grow scared of its way of shooting me with sharp notes of pain. The noise just somehow startled me, in a way it scared me.

Going along with my instincts, I tried hitting the snooze button as soon as I could before my brain would explode.

Right as I hit the soft spot to my alarm clock with my wrist, my pain was relieved whereas my joints in my arm began to relax.

"Uhm, excuse me young lady, I think it's against the rules to finish all your homework in one night." My mother mumbled while struggling to keep her toothbrush inside her mouth while speaking. "Was that everything you missed last month?"

"Yeah..."

She turned to my bathroom to spit and rinse before conversing further.

"Wait so how late we're you up last night?" She asked placing her hands on her hips.

I smiled, shrugging as I slowly gave in to shutting my eyes.

"Look, I'm not going to give you any ideas, but I don't leave for work for another ten minutes, I could call you in sick if you wanted to sleep in." I shook my head, unsure of what to do but paused as she began talking again. "Listen love, you've been up all night working. You might need a small break before working for another seven hours..."

Her hands touched up her hair in my bathroom mirror as she hummed to herself.

"But mom.. I have English today." I whimpered as I fell onto my bed once again.

"You and your writing..." She whispered. "Okay, how about you get some rest until it's time for Mr. Thomas' class. Then you can sleep, and not accidentally get hit by a car on the way to school."

I grabbed the pillow by my head and covered my face as I groaned as loud as I could, showing my frustration.

"And if I find out that you've been to any classes besides English you're grounded."

She smiled, breaking character trying to sound as if she was being serious.

I looked up at her, watching her facial expression and rolling my eyes in disgust before falling back into my pillow.

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I woke up to the sweet sunlight coming through my balcony, reflecting off of my mirror and journals I've kept for the majority of my life.

They kept most of my memories, poems, songs that all meant the world to me, and I've never lost one of them.

While staring, I stood up to take a closer look into my past by flipping through some of my older journals. They held all my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions. Everything within that time period.

I stared into the mirror. My frame showed the tiredness in my posture, and the intensity of my hair.

I glanced down at my chest and held onto my locket, dangling from my neck.

"What have I done?" I whispered. My words filled with guilt, and my eyes drowned in fear. I wanted to feel as if I could talk to him, but he was gone. I would never see him again, but that didn't scare me, what did was the fact that I didn't know if he was doing okay.

Dropping my arms to my sides, I felt my hand hit the corner of the dresser in front of me. It's cold handle touched my hand, and pulled me to open it and see what was inside.

My top drawer was filled with junk. Old Tees I never wear, jackets I've grown out of, old papers from middle school, nothing I ever really cared about.

I scanned the visible trash and moved it aside until I could find what I needed.
Even though I knew it was there, I avoided trying to look at it, but when my finger felt it, I knew I had to.

My fingers wrapped around, and pulled it out of the bottom. I read the label in awe of how hard those words hit me.

'December 2006, Columbus Ohio, Mental Institute'

The hardest time I've had to go through.

I nearly opened it to the first page but stopped as I felt my heart skip a beat when my phone started to ring. Dropping my the journal into the drawer, I closed my eyes as I slammed it back into the dresser.

My ringtone echoed through the house, and I let it ring before I checked the caller name.

I sat down at the edge of my bed and waited. I zoned out, waiting.

I wasn't necessarily thinking, I was just waiting.

And it stopped.

Glancing over at my phone at the other side of the bed, I read,

1missed call, Halsey <3

I looked away, as if trying to show my frustration.

Once again, I looked over at the screen and read the three new words that popped up,

1 new voicemail.

Halsey has really screwed up this time, and I don't expect her to apologize because so have I..

But I still thought before listening to her voicemail. And being myself, I gave in and hit play.

"Hey Harley.. You were right."