LOCKED UP [Tyler Joseph]

Chapter 4

"Heathens! Heathens! Heathens! All of you! All heathens!" Tyler began screaming, pounding at the jail walls.

He gripped the rusted door to his home, bending over, sliding his hand over the cold metal. As his tender hands slid down, he struck a small slice of the rusted door. Tyler jerked away, gripping his hand. He backed up to his bed, leaning against the wall. Tyler inspected his wound, seeing it span the entire length of his hand, watching the blood slowly creep out.

He lifted his head as he heard a small click, his door opening. Tyler slowly stood, looking around as he neared the threshold. Tyler looked around, prisoners passing him, but he didn't seem to see them. He slowly stepped out, stumbling slightly, his eyes glazed over. The blood began dripping down his hand, making a trail behind him.

Tyler slowly lifted his arm, dragging is soaked hand on the wall. The mindless scibble began to take shape.

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Tyler made his way down the empty halls, the writing becoming quicker and more spaced between letters.

Please don't make any sudden moves.

Tyler turned the corner.

You don't know the half of the abuse.

Tyler's footsteps echoed off the floor.

We don't deal with outsiders very well,

The metal walls turned to brick.

They say newcomers have a certain smell.

Tyler walked until he reached another large room. He looked to his left slightly, smirking at an unknown object. He slowly dropped to the floor crawling to the center, his writing finding a new canvas underfoot. Tyler crawled farther along before he started ripping at his orange jumpsuit, trying to force it off quickly. The prisoner made little progress before he gave up.

Tyler Joseph slowly made his way around the basement floor, writing words that could be arranged to make a poem, or song. He'd found himself towards the middle of the room, leaning against a pillar. He slumped to his right slightly, writing one more complete line, before he heard shouting, stomping, and a distant alarm.

His sat up a little, as security began to swarm him. Tyler tried to turn around, looking for something.

"Josh?" Hearing his own weak voice surprised him. He looked back to the guns, the owners shouting his full name, shouting for him to get up with is arms out.

"No, please, he was here." His trembling voice could barely be heard. "Josh was here, I swear." Tyler leaned back, pressing his back to the pillar. The guards continued yelling, but Tyler closed his eyes, completely calm. His body was several shades lighter, thanks to blood loss. Tyler let his breathing slow, his limbs relax, and thought about meeting Josh again. Tyler slumped to the floor quickly, his ears blocking out the gunshots, his body blocking out the piercing bullets.

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