Dan they are all going to hurt you you have to hurt them first be the strong one do it Dan what's stopping you - deranged - stop fighting Dan it's not going to work - paranoid - who do you really think is going to help you when all you do is scream - can't be trusted - they're locking you away why are you letting this happen - dangerous - they're going to hurt you they're going to hurt you stop them stop them - crazy.
"They think you're crazy, Dan. You're not crazy. You're not dangerous. That's how they label everyone. Don't worry, Dan, you're gonna be fine."
Don't listen to him Dan he's one of them he's going to hurt you just like they are planning to.
"Dan, look at me."
I'm taking over my body - back in control. Dan no stop it what are you doing??
I look. It's shaky, it's blurry - I look anyway. I'm scared. The voices and the fear are surrounding me. He's wrong. I can't trust him. He's one of them. They're right.
"Don't look so scared. My name is Phil. I'm going to help you, Dan."
Lying. They're all lying. He's lying. Everything is so shaky - shakier than ever before. The world is shaky. Or at least, my world is shaky. Don't trust him Dan.
"It's okay. I'm not going to pretend to understand. All I know right now is that you're scared. I don't know why. Wanna tell me?"
No. "No."
"Okay, that's fine. We can just sit, if you like."
Shaky. Still shaky. But he has a nice voice. No Dan. He does. It's making me a little less shaky.
I look at him again. He is looking at the wall behind me. Waiting. For what? Am I supposed to do something?
"You can't trust me." It's my voice. My words? I can't tell.
Phil glances at me.
"Can't I?"
I look again. I see. His eyes are blue. His skin is pale. His hair is black. He is cold in colour, but warm in spirit. Whereas I am warm in colour, and cold in spirit. Balance. But what would I know about that?
"Warm." That is my voice, and I think it's my word.
"Warm?" Even his voice is warm.
Warm and cold. Day and night. Still and shaky. They need each other. Balance. Maybe I know more than I thought.
"Do you feel a bit better now?"
No. "Yes."
"Good." His smile is warm, too.
"Warm?"
"What's warm, Dan? Why do you keep saying that?"
"You. You are warm."
"Am I?"
Yes. And I am cold. And you are surrounding me now. I am not shaky for the moment. I am warm, because you are warm. And I will probably be cold again soon. But, for now, I am warm.
"Dan?"
Warm.
You are surrounding// All my surroundings// Sounding down the mountain range// Of my left side brain.
You are surrounding// All my surroundings// Twisting the kaleidoscope// Behind both of my eyes.
I'll be holding onto you.
A/N
Lol wtf even was that oh welllll i am twenty one pilots af so I hope this is at least a little bit good even if its hecka short. It's intentionally messy at the start btw, its supposed to represent Dan's brain steadying throughout or something like that idkkkkk whatever I just wanted to write something oki bye.
~Georgina
