heathens

who you know

"i like your drawings."

i turn around to see the drummer, inside my cell again.

"how did you get in here?"

he shrugs, walking closer to examine the papers on my wall. "nice demons."

"thanks," i mumble, reaching my hand up to scratch at the scar on my nose.

"don't do that," the man warns, "it'll bleed."

i move my hand away. "who are you?"

"i'm josh," he states simply, as if that answers everything.

"you know who i am," i say, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

josh looks at me. "that i do. you're very interesting, tyler joseph. interesting and innocent."

i swallow uncomfortably. "how do you know i'm innocent? there was obviously enough evidence to put me in here."

josh looks amused. "i have friends."

"are they as mysterious as you?"

he laughs this time. "goodnight, tyler."

again, he leaves. again, the door was locked the entire time.