Be concerned:// A Twenty One Pilots Fan Fiction//

//Chapter Twelve: Oh How the Mighty Fall in Love//

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Josh's POV:

After watching dead pool with Tyler in the game room, I decided to ask him to help me with Rylie. I want her to be mine, but need to ask her in a unique way. She deserves something special.

"Hey Ty, can you help me with something?" I ask.

"Josh for the last time, I will not dye your hair" he says. I roll my eyes at him.

"Not with that, with Rylie" I say. He practically tackles me and asks what I have in mind.

" I don't know.... I want to ask her to be my girlfriend, but I want to do it in a special way. She deserves the best" I say.

"Awww Joshy, you're so romantic" he says impersonating a girl's voice. I chuckle at him and grab a notebook and a pen.

"How about a cliche backyard outside thing" he says. I give him a confused look, and then he explains his plan. It's perfect. I write out a list of things we need on the notebook: fairy lights, white tablecloth, food, and music. This is going to be perfect. We're just about finished when a scream rips through the air. Rylie.

Tyler's POV:

Josh and I are just about finished planning his date with Rylie when she starts screaming. We run into the living room and Rylie isn't there. I hear somebody sobbing, and run into the bathroom. What I see horrifies me: Rylie is against the wall, bloodied wrists, and a blade in her hand. She looks frantic and continues to sob. Before I can stop her, she cuts herself one more time.

"JOSH SHES UP HERE" I yell to him. He used to fix me up when I made this mistake. He comes into the bathroom, and goes pale. Without another word, he picks up Rylie, and puts her in the tub. He pours hydrogen peroxide on her arms, causing her to hiss out of pain. He then wraps her arms in bandages, flushes the blade, and takes her to his room. By now Jenna is up, and is asking what happened. I knew Rylie had troubles, but I thought she was better. I tell Jenna what happened, and she starts crying. I carry her to the couch and hold her until she falls asleep. Eventually, I drift off two.

Josh's POV: 

I can't believe she relapsed. I can't believe I couldn't stop her from doing that. After I cleaned her up, I took her to my room, and tucked her into my bed. Stayed with her until she fell asleep. I failed her. I'm supposed to help her, but instead I failed. She was doing so well, and I thought she was happy. I go into my bathroom, and take a shower. While I'm in there, I just let the hot water roll down me. My thoughts, my bad thoughts, start again.

You couldn't even help her, you worthless piece of shit. Do it. Be like her. Cut again. Nobody will care.

I try to fight the voice off, but it just keeps coming. I step out of the shower, and look at my razor. Do I really want to do this? Do I want to throw away months of being clean to do this? No. I will not.

I quickly get dressed, and sneak back into my room. I grab a pillow, but before I can go downstairs, a hand grabs mine. By the way my heart flutters, I know it's Rylie. I turn to face her.

"Josh, please stay" she begs, tears soaking her cheeks. I nod and climb into bed. She snuggles close to me, which takes me but surprise. I melt into her touch, and within minutes she's asleep. I'm afraid of having another nightmare, so I fight to stay awake. I play with a piece of her hair, and think about tomorrow. It's going to be perfect.

Rylie's POV:

I had woken up to my phone buzzing. I was getting a call. The caller ID said blocked, but I answered anyway. I immediately regretted it.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT? YOU FUCKING LEFT ME? FOR THAT BOY? Aw sweetie, you think he likes you? That's cute" my mother yelled. I was speechless. How did she know about Josh?

"He does care about me. You're the piece of shit, mother" I hissed. She laughed.

"Aw honey, I'm just waiting for the day when I get a call that you cut too deep, or that you jumped off a bridge. Your voices are back. Just get it over with. None of your 'friends' love you. Good bye, the next time I see you, hopefully, you will have died." She said. Then the line went dead. I was in shock. I did the only thing I knew how to do when my emotions overcame me. I broke Josh's razor and started to cut. I screamed out of frustration, and Tyler burst through the door. The look on his face was sheer terror. I caused that. He yelled for Josh, and when he came in, he looked angry, disappointed, and scared wall at the same time. He took the blade away from me, and placed me in the tub. He gave me an apologetic look before pouring peroxide on my arm. It stung like a bitch. He then wrapped up my wrist, flushed the blades, and took me upstairs. He tucked me into his bed, and I was too tired to fight him. I heard running water, and assumed he was taking a shower.

Eventually, he came out of the bathroom. He tried to grab a pillow, but I need him. I need him to stay.

"Josh, please stay" I begged. He simply nodded, and got into bed. I snuggled close to him, and my mind raced. I let all of my friends down. I let my mother get to me. I let her win. I was lulled to sleep by Josh playing with my hair. Dear Josh, I'm sorry, and I love you.