Purpose | Josh Dun (ON HOLD)

Fall Away

I watched as the leaves fell from the tree one by one, little by little in the blowing wind. Each one falling with its own grace, creating its own dance.

It's funny to think that every thing eventually falls, nothing lasts forever. One day we will all fall, we will all cease to exist. In the end, only skeleton bones will remain. The only thing we can do is try to become something, to find a purpose. Something that will last forever. Something that will leave a mark on the world. But eventually the world will also fall. The Sun would explode, swallowing up our entire solar system. Whether that is tomorrow, in a month, or even a billion years, it is inevitable.

Nothing will matter then. Our lives, our creations they won't matter because they will all disappear, swallowed up by the angry Sun.

Depressing isn't it?

The leaves eventually stopped falling as the wind slowed down. They started to peacefully sway in the wind. But those few moments were gone too soon. The wind mercilessly returned and the leaves fell down again. No matter how tightly they held on to the branch, a stronger force still managed to bring them down. So what's the point? What's the point of living if you are going to die? What's the point of holding on when you will inevitably fall?

These are the thoughts that took over my mind everyday. I am yet to find the answer, it seems like nobody knows.

"Arielle, is everything alright?" My calculus teacher, Mr. Manchester asked, a look of concern etched onto his face. I felt the heat of everyone's gaze on me. My anxiety slowly creeping up from behind me, almost suffocating me. I hated being in the center of attention. I preferred to stay in my own little bubble, away from harsh reality.

I tore my eyes away from the dusty window and turned to him.
"E-everything's fine," I lied with a fake smile resting on my lips.

I don't remember the last time I actually, genuinely smiled. For years I've been wearing a mask, putting up a facade for everyone to see. Pretending that I am okay, when in reality I am dying inside.

"Alright then , Arielle, be sure to pay attention next time alright?"

"O-of course, sorry about that," I stuttered, letting my gaze drop to my lap. I felt my eyes start to tear up. My classmates must think I'm a total freak now. I could feel their judgmental stares prickling like thorns across my entire body.

A migraine started to seep it's way into my mind. I felt like my brain was going to explode out of frustration. My breaths started to become shallower and shallower until I couldn't breathe anymore. It was a feeling I knew too well, the start of a panic attack.

I can't let them see my like this. I can't let my mask fall down, I won't let them see me this vulnerable. I was supposed to be happy. I was supposed to be strong.

Fortunately for me the bell rang signaling the end of sixth period and finally deciding to let me out of my misery.

As I rushed out through the classroom door, I decided I did not want to fall away like everything else.

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Salutations frens!
This is my first Fanfiction like ever. So I apologize if it's horrible and it makes your eyes bleed or something.

Anyways, I'm not sure where I'm gonna take this story just yet. I'm kind of just testing stuff out y'know? I hope it's not too trashy...

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