twenty one pilots one shots

somnambulist

A/N: The title is in Latin bc Latin is a pretty language but it's hard as heck to learn but w/e and you'll find out what the title means later

People Involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warning(s): None really actually huh

Enjoy!! ^^

The boy stirred, opening his eyes only to see the black ceiling above him.

He rubbed at his eyes, sighing as he slowly awakened from his brief slumber. He didn't remember falling asleep, but at least he was awake now.

He felt like he was missing something, but he couldn't figure out what.

He decided to go and see Jenna. He was at her house a lot, so maybe he left something there. She should be awake by now, so if he did, he wouldn't disturb anything. Besides, he was always welcome at the Black residence.

His room was oddly dark, and hard to navigate, but he eventually opened the door that led outside.

The routine was set in his mind, so he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings. In fact, he pondered things as he made his way to his best friend's house.

Why can't I remember what I've forgotten? He wondered. There's this whole gap in memory... Why is it there?

He shook the thoughts away. He was probably thinking crazy things again. It happened to him a lot.

Soon, he reached Jenna's house.

It was a humble home; two stories but smaller than most houses similar to it. It was older, built in the early 20th century, but had modern touches on the interior and exterior. It was a typical American home, as most people who've visited this home would describe it.

The one feature that stood out was the rope ladder that led to a window in the back of the house. The ladder reminded him of the treehouse where he spent most of his life in. It was rustic, fraying and falling apart, but somehow it still found the strength to support your weight.

The ladder would take him to Jenna's window, where he would enter once she allowed him to come inside. Jenna's parents were aware of the ladder (her father even helped set it up), and trusted him enough to let him come in randomly and spend time alone with their youngest daughter.

He began to climb each woven rung of the ladder, gradually ascending to Jenna's window.

He finally noticed that dawn was breaking.

He smiled. Jenna always woke up early to see the sun rise from its grave. She always found it poetic.

"The sun falls every day when night comes, but it always returns. It never leaves us in the darkness for too long." She said once during a late-night word murder.

He paused for a moment, watching the orange beams thin out as the broke through the trees, giving the paneling on the house walls a light, soft orange.

He turned his gaze, conquering the last few steps of the ladder and reaching Jenna's windowsill.

He knocked on her windowpane, the pattering noise staccato and without an echo.

He waited a moment, but Jenna didn't come over and open the window for him.

His brow furrowed. That was weird. She would've heard him knocking. Perhaps she was still sleeping. She must be pretty tired.

Then, he saw Jenna with her hair in a messy bun, wearing nothing but an old sweatshirt he always let her borrow and athletic shorts that just barely peeked out from the hem of the sweatshirt.

She did look tired. There were bags under her eyes, and the latter were dimmer and emptier than they usually were. She walked slower, shuffling, more like. Her lips were set in a thin, somber line.

She sits on the perch from the other side of the window, looking at the sunrise.

She smiled weakly, but the sadness and fatigue were still visible in her eyes.

"Jenna," He called, knocking on the glass again. "Jenna, it's Tyler. Can you let me in?"

Jenna didn't even glance at him. She just kept admiring the break of day.

"Jenna? Jenna," He kept saying, knocking on the window until he felt like his knuckles were bleeding.

Jenna didn't respond in any way.

She couldn't be ignoring him, right? She'd never do that. There was no way she couldn't see or hear them either. So why wasn't she noticing him?

He pondered the question as Jenna continued her daily ritual of witnessing the dawn.

He couldn't come up with an answer.

Then, he saw tears in Jenna's eyes. One by one, they began to fall like a cloud that only lets a few rain droplets go before letting it all out.

Jenna crying only made him even more confused. Was she moved to tears by the beauty of the sunrise? Was she worried about something, or thinking of an unfortunate event that occurred recently?

Then he remembered.

He remembered the hospital room, all the white and bright lights. He remembered the feeling of the IV in his skin as it dripped fluid into his bloodstream. He remembered the disorientation, the fatigue, then the sharp pain in his chest.

He remembered Jenna's eyes widening and filling with fear. He remembered her voice frantically calling for the doctors and nurses.

He remembered feeling his throat close up and his lungs burn, rendering him unable to breathe.

Then he remembered the peace that followed, the feeling of losing himself as his head slowly sank into the pillow.

He remembered hearing himself mutter Jenna's name and everything going black.

He remembered the last thing he heard; Jenna screaming in pure grief and agony.

He gasped, feeling himself falling backwards.

He caught himself, his hands clinging to the edge of the windowsill. He panted, his mind reeling.

He was missing something. He was missing a beating heart, a physical body. He was missing a mortal life.

And there was no possible way for Jenna to bring that back to him.

He finally sighed, casting his gaze downward. They told him about this, the other spirits at the graveyard, that sometimes he would "sleepwalk." He'd come out of his coffin and find the people he left behind, the people he loved.

That's all he was now.

A sleepwalker.

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This was so bad lol sorry

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-Bailey