polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Thirteen

TRIGGER WARNING : DISCUSSING SEXUAL ASSAULT

I limp down the unfamiliar streets, my eyes darting to any movement near. I looked around like a wild animal, as if a simple mouse could take the little strength Wires didn't take.

My knees eventually give in, leaving me limp on the sidewalk. Few surround me but most walk around me like ants around an obstacle.

Fingers poke my arms and cheeks, but I'm too bruised and sore to fight them away. I roll my head to the side, looking at a bystander in the eyes. He was tall, sporting brown hair and brown eyes, reminding me of Tyler.

'Help.' I mouth.

The boys eyes widen, shocked I'd looked at him of all people. Frankly, I was shocked, too. I slowly drifted off into the nothingness of my mind, pushing away any thoughts of being awake.
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Fluorescent lights shine into my eyes, making me squint. I try to lift my arm to cover my eyes, but it feels so heavy on my body.
I look around the empty room, struggling. I don't know what for, but I felt like a part of me had been stolen. I rub my arms against my legs, wanting to clean myself. I felt so dirty, so disgusting.

I continuously rub, imagining the flakes of what had happened chipping away. I slowly brush the bed off with my hand, deeming myself a bit clean.

I still feel dirty.

I rub my eyes on my shoulders, trying to gather my thoughts. They seemed to be all over the place, running wild. I scratch my head on the pillow, trying to remove the thoughts. Get out! A nurse runs in, looking frightened.

"What's wrong? I heard you moan-" She stopped, watching me scratch my head. "What are you doing?" She asks curiously, approaching me slowly.

"Nothing..." I tell her, "Nothing, I'm fine." I say, shaking my head as if the crazy words will fly out of my mind.

"Ms, do you have anyone to contact?" She asks, picking up the phone near my bed. I sit and stare for a moment, trying to place names and faces. For some reason, I couldn't function properly.

"Uh, I can't really remember right now..." I inform her, scratching my bruised thigh. I tug down my hospital dress, covering the memory.

"Do you know your name?" She asks, setting down the landline.

"Olivia." I tell her, attempting to smile. "Olivia Wing."

She walks to a computer on the far side of the room, typing a bit. I scratch myself continuously, wanting to hold a razor so bad at this moment. I felt like every object was judging me, even the little tissue box beside me.

"Well, you're pretty far from home, now aren't you?" The nice lady asks, looking over her shoulder.

"I-I guess... For some reason I feel like I've been on tour." I fidget, trying to scrub the bottom of my brain. "I think Joseph- Joseph Dun? Twelve Pilots? I don't know..."
She nods, typing. "I got results for a Tyler Joseph and a Josh Dun... they look to be in a band named Twenty One Pilots." She quietly chuckled, mumbling something about how two people aren't twenty one.

"Yeah, yeah that seems familiar." I thought a bit, blurry images returning. "I think a guard threw me outside and then..." I stopped short, remembering it all.

The pressure against my shoulders, the hands on my neck, the nails in my side. I shutter quite obviously, pulling my knees to my chest. I wanted to curl in a ball and disappear.

The nurses face dropped, probably thinking of what could've happened.

"Were you mugged?" She asks. I shook my head. "Where you..." She paused, realizing. "Raped?"
I start shivering, playing the memory over and over again. I rock back and forth, the bed squeaking beneath my weight. The nurse walks over, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shake it away, not wanting another touch on my body. Sobs rack my body, causing me to shake uncontrollably.

"Okay, I'm going to email their email address and see if they answer." The nurse announces, shuffling back to her computer. If Josh and Tyler want to see me alive, they might want to hurry.