As we drive along the deserted road, none of us talking, an insane idea pops into my head. I shake it away. It's not possible. I look down again at my arms, the tattoos. I had forgotten about them. My fingers trace the inverted letters and the lines. There aren't any scars where there should be. The skin is smooth, unbroken. But... could it be possible?
We're stopped at a red light. Mark looks tired, just like Jenna. No doubt touring with the band is exhausting. I reach up and touch my face, feeling the lines under my eyes. Touching my jaw, my neck, my temples, my nose. None of it feels right. The idea in my head keeps growing; it would explain so much. I run a shaky finger across my eyebrow.
Mark is driving again, and I look back to see Jenna asleep in the backseat, her head rested against the window. Mark's talking about something funny that happened today and I'm not listening, but I don't think he notices. My mind is racing, and I pull down the mirror in front of me to see-
A guy with weary eyes and a pointed nose. His hair is messy, dark brown. His chocolate eyes widen and his skin turns pale under a streetlamp.
I gasp and snap the mirror closed. It can't be possible. I must be dreaming. My name is AJ. I have blonde hair and a narrow face and freckles and green eyes. I have a mole over my left temple and a scar running along my jaw. It wasn't me I saw in the mirror.
It was Tyler Joseph.
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Just Like Yesterday
FanfictionAJ knows he can't go on any longer. He's set a specific date, time, and method for his suicide. The only thread holding him onto the world is lyrics from a band who he knows can't keep him safe from his thoughts forever. He just wants to stop hurtin...
