I'm falling (twenty one pilots fan fiction)

Chapter 7

It had been 2 weeks since the miscarriage, since mine and Tyler's moment in his dressing room. I hadn't spoken to him since that night; I just wanted to be there for my sister. I was slowly starting to slip back into old habits: thinking too much, dwelling on the past, sitting up for hours holding a knife thinking if I died right now nobody would miss me.. that's not true though. When you get these thoughts you act irrationally, you tell yourself nobody cares about you but a lot of people do.
Sydney was doing a lot better, she was almost back to her old self. We had a funeral for her baby, we planted pink tulips above the babies grave.
Tyler had tried to get a hold of me a few times but I ignored him; I didn't know why though because I did like him and I did need him. He made me feel so much better; I just liked to push people away I guess.

Sydney and I were sat in the living room watching music videos when she looked up some twenty one pilots songs.
"Hey have you heard of this band? They were playing at the wreck centre a couple weeks ago, I really like their music."
"Yeah I went to see them." I said.
"No way!" Sydney exclaimed.
"Yeah they were really good."
"I love the drummer."
"Well the singer seems pretty cool."
*ding dong*
The doorbell rang. Nobody ever came over and when people did it was normally our family and they didn't need to use the doorbell.
"I'll get it." I said. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. To my surprise I saw Tyler leaning, arms crossed, against a pillar on the porch.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm here to see you." He replied softly. I just looked at him so confused. He walked over to me and took both my hands.
"I was worried about you."
"Why? You hardly know me."
"After everything you said... And didn't say; you rushed off and then ignored me for 2 weeks."
"I know." I sighed.
"What's been going on?" He asked.
"Well let's just say I'm not going to be an auntie anymore."
"Oh, was that why you rushed off?"
"Yeah." He pulled me in for a hug but I pushed him away, I didn't want him to feel the fresh scars on my back.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Um.... Uh.... Just I uh-"
"You don't need to make excuses. You can tell me."
"I don't want you to be ashamed of me."
"I would never, I've been through it."
"You have?" I looked at him hopefully.
"Of course I have, but I channeled my emotions into my music. I want to help you just let me be there for you." I started to cry. honestly I have no idea how I cried this much. He tried to hug me again and I let him.
"I want you to help me, I need you to help me." I cried. He kissed me softly on my forehead and held me tighter.
"I'll always be there for you." This made me cry even more.

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Love how the story is developing
-Jess