Tilt//Josh Dun fanfic

Chapt. 1

"So. How are we feeling today?"
"Fine."
"How's your medication going?"
"Fine."

Dr. Verandas sets his notepad and pen down on his desk. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. He seemed tired. His eyes were bloodshot sunken and sad with purple and blue colors circling the unders of his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Dr."
He looks up with a forced smile.
"Well now this is your therapy session not mine."

I stare out the window, pretending to have no opinion on this whole thing. Today would make two months from what had happened.
Weird. It feels like time is going by so slowly, painfully. It's tiring. Maybe it's just the meds.

Time drawled on for another forty five minutes. I don't really pay attention during these sessions, just block everything out, like a hazy blur. Like when you leave the hot water running in a bath and the air becomes filled with steam and the mirrors get all foggy.
Yeah, depressing right?

"Well that concludes our session today. I'll see you again next Thursday."
I don't like Thursdays very much. Not just because I have an hour and forty five minutes of aimlessly answering questions in a depressing dazed state, but because it's a reminder. A reminder that the week is almost over, that parts not such a bad thing. The bad part is realizing that there's never really an "end" to things. It'll just keep repeating itself over and over. It's a reminder that you still have to get up and do it all over again.
It also sucked because my first day of my last year of high school started tomorrow, it always confused me on why they started the school year off in the middle of the week, on Wednesday or Thursday. It's always confused me. At least we get a weekend off after the two first days of hell.

"Hey kid. How'd it go?" My father questioned as he kindly opened the car door for me.
"Fine." I replied. As you can tell I don't like talking much.

"You always say that." He joked.
"No new news? No new questions he's asked?"

"Eh, not really." It worries me how much he tries to make light out of this whole thing. I can tell he's trying to stay positive but, it's hard for him. I can tell by the look he always has in his eyes.
I guess if I were a parent of a child who tried to take their own life two months ago today I would try to keep everything light as possible."

The rest of the drive home was spent in silence.
Home. Thank god.
I plopped down face first on to my bed. I lay there for about five minutes until I hear a message ding.

I check to see what it is. Please don't be another awkward text from mom please.
It's Jenna.

Jenna: Hey Cas. You wanna hang out today? Me and Tyler are going to the movies today, we're going to see the new Star Trek. Want to come?

Me: I literally just got home but okay. I still think Star Wars is better though lmao.

Jenna: Oh shush. Your coming with.

Me: K. Let me check if I have money.

I knew I didn't have any. I have no way of earning any. I'm sixteen and I'm qualified to get a job but mom and dad don't like me being let out of their sight or Jenna's. Can't blame them. I'd be scared too.
So instead, I turn to the alternative of looking through my fathers wallet.

I peek my head into the kitchen scanning the counter for the ripped up grungy old leather wallet that belonged to my father.
Opening the wallet I find three dollars. Not kidding here, I find three papers.
Wow I didn't know we were that broke. Tempted to take his credit card I stopped myself. Yeah maybe he has more money on it but, I don't want to risk it.

Me: Hey Jen, I don't have any money atm and nor does my dad. He probably has money on his card but I think if I took it he'd notice. So I don't think I'll be going today. I'll see you tomorrow though. Have fun.

Jenna: Dude you know I already had money set aside for you right?

A smile spread across my face. Jenna understands the problems that happen in my dysfunctional family. More importantly, she's the only person who really understands me and will talk to me. That's what I love about her.

Jenna: I'm assuming you need a ride too?
See what I mean?

I made my way outside to walk down the long driveway that led to the Main Street. The weather changed from a gross sunny hot feeling to a cool crisp temperature. I love it.
I felt a cold drop fall on to my nose and roll down the side of my face. It felt nice. Might sound weird but it kind of woke me up a bit.
I've been dead tired for the past two weeks. I haven't been able to get to sleep since the electric somehow stopped working in my room. Its sad that my dad can't even afford an electrician to fix it.
I'm not able to fall asleep without a light on. I know is pretty dumb but the light gives comfort, while I feel like the darkness with just swallow me up into nothing. Darkness and I don't get along so well.

I check my watch. 5:30. Jenna's picking me up at six. I have about ten more minutes before I get to the end of my driveway, so I just decide to take my time.

I shove my earbuds into my ears and put my music on shuffle. The familiar sound of The Killers fills my ears, as I walk down the worn down tracks of the car that has be riding up and down this driveway for seventeen years.

HI okay so I just started writing so don't judge me if it's horrible okay I'm trying. I'm going to try keep this fanfic kinda light hearted but having some dark parts fed in between, so yeah. Enjoy :).