Kidnapped- A Tøp Fanfic

Missed Calls and Unkown Numbers

A/N- Mr. Schirmer is actually a real person. He is my history teacher. The difference between the real person and the book character is that the actual person is very amazing, fun, and nice. The real person is nothing like the book character. So, Mr. Schirmer, if you're reading this, thanks for being so amazing and I'm sorry that you're kind of the antagonist in this story. 

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As I walk into school, I'm greeted  by Dasher. "Morning slut. Have fun watching porn last night? And did you do you're homework? Or did you leave it at home? Well it doesn't really matter if you brought it. It's bound to be horrible anyways. Since you're a slut and all." He shoved me into the wall and walked away. I shudder and walk to my locker. This just makes me even more sure of my desicion. 

History class was horrible, as usual. Mr. Schirmer didn't target me in particular today, but it was still horrible. I remembered my homework, and he didn't tear it up. So that was good, I guess. History was the last class of the day, so I went to my locker to grab my stuff. I put everything in my locker in my bag. Giving my locker one last look, I closed it. 

Before I can leave Piper runs up to me. "Hi Sky!! I know you've been really depressed lately, but just remember I'm here for you." Guilt was swimming inside me. Then Dasher runs up to us. "Goodbye slut. Have fun tonight!" Then he leaves.

Any guilt inside me disappears. I turn to Piper. My eyes tear up as I realize that this is the last time I will ever see my best friend. I hug her tightly, and whisper, "Goodbye Piper. Thank you for everything you've done." Then I run away. "Stop! No, Sky, stop!" Yells Piper. But I don't. I don't stop until I get home.

I enter the kitchen, grab what I need, and then go to my room. I lock the door behind me. My parents won't get home for a few more hours, but I feel better locking it. I go to my desk, and write a short note to my parents on a piece of paper.

I then sit on my bed, and check my phone. I have several texts and missed calls from Piper. I read the texts. One says 'I know what you're about to do. Don't do it. Please. I'm begging you.' Guilt fills me, as I think of Piper. She could be friends with anyone, yet she chose me. And this is how I repay her. But I push those thoughts away instead thought of why I was doing this.

I go to Spotify, and turn on Stressed Out, my favorite Twenty One Pilots song. If I'm going to leave the world, I want to do it while listening to good music. I don't care how stupid that sounds. This band helped me get this far, and I wasn't going to leave without it.

I close my eyes, and put the knife I grabbed from the kitchen above my chest. Am I really about to do this? Am I sure I want to do this? Yes. I'm sure. Okay. On three

One.

Two.

**BLINNGGGGGGG** 

"INCOMMING CALL FROM AN UNKNOWN NUMBER."

**BLINNGGGGGGG**

Huh? I put down the knife, and pick up my phone. I hold it to my ear. "Hello? Who is this?" I ask. "HELP," screams the other person. But then they hang up. I'm about to call them back when I see that they snet me a message. I listen to it, and here's what it says.

"I don't have much time. But we need you're help. I'm in the house of gold. The message man is holding us hostage.I know you'll find us." 

Then the message ends. I stand up quickly, and drop my phone. I know that voice. I'd recognize it anywhere. That voice belongs to Josh Dun. And he needs my help.