Twenty Øne Piløts Imagines

Forest • Tyler Joseph

"I miss you (Y/N)." Tyler whispers his arm on a tree and his head resting on his arm. He looks at the tree and memories come back but he shakes them out his head and puts his hands in his pocket. He walks away down the path that lead to his childhood home, not to far from the small apartment he got a few blocks away.

You stood there silently crying while watching Tyler walk away down the path. You knew he thought it was his fault and that's what you hated. He put it all on himself. He probably thinks your dead but your not. Your old self is dead but your physical body and mind is still alive.

"I'm sorry Tyler." You whisper walking the other way back to where you've been for the past few years. 14 years actually.

Flashback//

You and Tyler were 8 years old. Neighbors and best friends. You two would go into the forest and play in the treehouse everyday after you got off school. One day, November 29th actually, you two were playing hide and seek. One of you would count at the treeTyler was at while the other one hid. You wanted to make sure Tyler couldn't find you since he always found you in two minutes so you went further than either of you ever have. You didn't know what was in the forest past that point. Even your parents told you not to go past the two huge trees that almost connect because there were things in the forest that the two of you should stay away from.

You didn't listen and did go past the two trees. Before you could hide Tyler saw you and started running after you to tag you but you decided to run since nothing "scary" was around. Since you were way faster than Tyler you out beat him before he could see where you went. You watched him look around for you then run in a different direction away from you. You were about to run back to the tree house when someone grabbed your ponytail and ripped you up off the ground. You screamed from pain and fright but just got your mouth covers.

As the eight year old you were you couldn't escape. You stayed in the cage with two pit bulls in the same room watching your moves. You didn't dare try to escape after the first time when they almost tore you apart. When you were 11 you managed to escape. It was the worst three years of your life. You didn't understand why he kept you for that long but you didn't question the drunk man. You also didn't understand how cops never came by, you thought no one cared if you were even alive. You weren't sure what to do. You wanted to go back home but you didn't want the guy to find and kill you so you did the only thing that made sense to your 11 year old self: run away.

Being in public probably wasn't the smartest choice since you were taken in. You kind of didn't want to be found because you were scared. When they did dna test they couldn't find your name, parents, family, personal information anywhere in the system. Since you weren't over 18 they turned you to child services since you "didn't know who your parents or family was". You acted like a lost puppy and surprisingly for you, they couldn't tell who you were.

Them not being able to recognize you off the poster from the board of missing people made you think, 'did he really hurt me to the point where I don't look like my old self?' The answer was yes though. You didn't really look the same because you were getting older and everything you've been through from restless nights to being hit for not doing what you were told.

They sent you to a new family. They weren't like your parents, they loved you but not like your mother and father. You also had two other brothers and a sister. You were an outcast to the family. They didn't care because it didn't matter to them, only to you because you wanted to be with your real family. But it wasn't a choice anymore.

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Your 22 now. When you were 17 you decided to go back to the tree house. A guy came into the forest and you automatically knew it was Tyler. You hid from him not wanting any questions or the change. For the next few years he would continue to go to the tree he counted at or to the tree house. To this day you regret running past the line, especially over a game that changed everything.