HeavyDirtySoul | Tyler Joseph |

Twø

Andrea

Present day

I'm yanked from my trance when the end of the day bell rings loudly. My eyes shoot over to the clock, as I begin to messily collect my books in my arms. 2:30 p.m already?

"Everyone remember the homework, finish your essay on 'To Kill A Mockingbird.' Tomorrow we'll be editing." Our middle aged teacher, Mrs. Shay asks. The class doesn't really listen, or respond to her request. But they all know to finish it.

Everyone has already exited the class by now. My books and pencils kept tumbling from my grasp and I quickly become fed up.

Once everything is finally tucked away, I groan quietly and make my way to the door.

"Andrea?" Mr. Shay asks. I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face the baggy-eyed woman before me. She was a nice woman really, not many liked her though.

"Yeah?" I mumble out, but it comes out strained and weak which was very unintended. I mentally smack myself.

"Are you okay? You seemed very distraught all class." She comments her tone light and kind. No threatening or any hostility laced within. She really did care for all her students.

"Just a lot on my mind.." I shrug, shooting her a fake but reassuring smile.

"Alright. If you need to talk to anyone, guidance is always open. I'm here as well." She said curtly, a smile etched in her face.

"Thank you Mrs. Shay." I nod before ducking my head slightly and rushing out of the class.

The stupid flashbacks, the terrible memories I have tried so long to push away keep crawling back. They are unwanted, that's why this is happening.

And I don't know what to do anymore god dammit. I don't know how to get rid of the memories they can't seem to let go, or is it me who can't?

I sigh inwardly and reach my locker, the blue steal door is cold against my skin as I momentarily lean my forehead against it.

I sigh and pull back, twisting in the code on my metallic lock. It unlocks within seconds and I yank my door open a little to hard, it accidentally slamming onto the locker next to mine.

I flush slightly and begin to shove my books onto the steel shelves in an orderly fashion, but grabbing my English novel and binder and placing them in my bag.

I groan and struggle to pull my bag out if the tiny locker. I finally succeed and drop it to the floor.

I plug my headphones into my phone and press shuffle before sticking my red ear buds into my ears.

I take my black jacket off the tiny hook and pull it over my grey sweater. I pull on my beanie and slide my dainty hands into my warm mittens. I throw my bag over my shoulders and finally lock my locker back up.

When I turn around I see there are no longer many students in the hallway. Just a couple here and there lingering.

I make my way down the hall to the stairway. I rush down them, desperately wanting to get home and sleep. I want to forget things temporarily, it's all becoming too much to handle for today at least.

It's the end of September, and I love it very much. The leaves are all mixes of reds, oranges, yellows and browns. It's constantly windy. There is also always a slight breeze. It's perfect. I never completely freeze my ass off but I do have to wear a couple of layers to be comfortable.

I step outside and breath is the crisp air, sighing of content now not anger or sadness. Just because it is so beautiful out here.

I find the path I usually take to walk home and begin my trek home. I walk at a pretty fast pace, in dire need to crawl under my sheets and not come out for hours.

I cross the street, only to have a car jolt to a stop. It's the pedestrian right of way, fucking moron. Did not occur to the driver a stop sign means stop? God dammit you have to come to a complete stop not go at a slow pace.

I'm hit with a massive smack of unwanted nostalgia. The moment the GMC hit our car, comes in flashes in my mind, repetitively over and over. I screw my eyes shut. Oh my god, when will this day end?

And then I realize I'm in the middle of the street still when he slams his fist down on the brakes. I curse to myself and make it back to the other side of the street on the paved sidewalk, scowling at the angry driver the entire time. I stop in my spot trying to recollect myself. I try so hard to not break down and cry my damn eyes out right there on the sidewalk.

And that is when I feel a light tap on my right shoulder. I pull out my ear buds quickly and turn to face the person. Who wants something now?

Ah, the oh so interesting Tyler Joseph stands before my teary deep blue eyes. His eyes stare into mine with a lot of intensity. It was as if he was trying to read me or something.

"Uh hey?" I speak sending him a look of confusion and awkwardness. I desperately try to mask the fact that I didn't just almost have a panic attack in the middle of the street.. But he probably saw right through my shield.

"Are you okay? That car almost hit you?" I find myself violently flinch at his word choice and nod my head. Not like a car hadn't hit me before..

"I-i'm fine." My voice comes out very breathy and irregular. Screw being under pressure, if always fucks up my speech. Fucks me up in general if I'm being honest.

"It doesn't seem like it." He pushes. I slowly shut my eyes. Why can't he just leave me be like the rest of them? He seemed almost concerned for my well being.

"I'm okay Tyler." I wasn't sure on me and Tyler's terms. We talked here and there, even have done assignments and projects together. But other than that, we haven't really hung out outside of class, or even at lunch. He was friends with a boy named Joshua Dun, he was really nice guy he was in one if my classes I'm pretty sure.

"You and me both know that is not true." He whispers even though there isn't anybody else around us. "Come with me?" He asks, holding out his hand for me to take. He was wearing gloves similar to mine. He was also sporting a lovely red beanie, which suited him well.

I look into his confusing brown eyes, and how serious they look. How his lips and now clamped together. His eyes eventually bore into mind, well now I can't help but say yes.

I gently place my gloved hand in his, feeling his heat radiating off him, making me all the more warm.

"Please don't disappoint me Joseph." I whisper, my voice cracking under the intensity of the situation.

"Wouldn't dream of it."