Don't Let Me Be {twenty one pilots fanfiction}

stressed out

two weeks earlier

"Josh, I'm sorry." I spat the words out as if they were poisonous. Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm sorry that your life is fucked up right now, but I have some issues too." He looked at me, pain in his eyes.

"I should go." His words sounded as if it hurt for him to say them. I nodded and he turned away.

Time seemed to move slowly as he made his way to the door. The minute he shut the door I broke down.

Little did I know that that would be our last conversation.

two weeks later

I wish I hadn't been so bitter in our last moments. My days since his death have been filled with guilt and grief. I can't even say hello to his parents.

"wish we could turn back time..."

I haven't returned any of my missed calls; mostly from Jenna and my mom. My life is incomplete without Josh. He was a part of me and I was a part of him. When he died, part of me died with him.

"to the good old days..."

I don't think I'll be going on tour any time soon. I can't bear to go back to the studio. This may be the end of the joy we shared; Twenty One Pilots.

"when our momma sang-"

Josh's face was plastered over magazine covers and even the newspaper. Those hazel eyes and bright smile haunted me wherever I went. All of the fans were devastated when they found out. 

"us to sleep-"

Everyone just keeps telling me how he's in a better place now, and how death is like sleep, but more permanent. I don't buy any of it. He's dead and there's nothing I can do now except grieve.

"but now we're stressed out."