Let Me Be Gøne 🗝 {Jøsh Dun x Reader}

Cøncert ~ Øne

             A/N- Before this starts I want to point out that this 'story' is completely inspired by smut_trash_tbh's "Dance For Me". I suggest that you read her story because it's honestly awesome.

        Finally. I finally got tickets to a show of TØP. I'm so happy! I get to see Tyler and Josh! This won't only be the first time I get to see Tyler and Josh in real life, it will also be my first concert ever. I even got backstage passes. I jump around my room in excitement. "Could you shut the fuck up?" That's my brother. He's two years older than me and absolutely hates me, along with my parents. I was a mistake and is still a mistake in their eyes. My brother wanted to be an only child and my parents only wanted one kid. My brother still grew up spoiled though. He's eighteen now and I'm sixteen.

          I fell in love with Twenty One Pilots when I was ten, a year after Self Titled came out. So I guess you could say I'm not a 'fake' fan. I started cutting when I was twelve. I know, it's a bit early. But I had a 'good' reason for it. Someone called me emo for dying the ends of my hair teal. I was never emo and I'm still not. So I went home, got a kitchen knife, and almost ended up killing myself. Long story short it didn't go to well and I didn't do it again till about a year later when my dad hit me. That's when the abuse started. My dad, mom, and sometimes brother would abuse me constantly. Of course I hated it. I still don't get why they hate me so much. But none of that matters now since I have Twenty One Pilots tickets. I'm going in four months. It's fairly close to where I live. Only about an hour away. I consider myself very lucky for that.

~ Time skip~

         The concert is in a month. I'm still so excited. I could say that I get to meet my 'heroes' but everyone says that. I'm at Hot Topic looking for a new shirt. I see one that has a flock of white birds then one lonely red bird. Under it it has the lyrics "DØNT LET ME BE GØNE" from goner. It also says "TWENTY ØNE PILØTS" at the top. I decide to get it along with a dog tag that has "The few The prøud The emøtiønal." On it and a set of bracelets. I walk out of the store and check my phone for the time. 10:30 pm. Shit! I'm late! I run out of the mall and to my car. I start my car and speed to my house. Thankfully, I don't get a ticket. I sneak into my house.

         "Where were you you whore?" My dad, he's drunk yet again. He's walking into to things cursing every five seconds. He makes his way to me. He stands right in front of me. Her raises his hand. Smack! He smacks me right on the side of my face. I grunt from the awful pain that follows. He has always hit me but today was... different. "You bitch! Where the fuck where you!?" He slurs. "I-I" No words would come out. Tears ran down my face. I try to run away from him but he grabs my wrist. In a few seconds I break free once again and run up to my room, locking the door behind me. I curl my knees to my chest and cry into them, my back against the door. I can hear yelling downstairs but I blur it out.

~Time skip~

          Today's the day. The day that I get to escape from all of this bullshit. From the past month I have received a lot more bruises and cuts. I try the best to cover them up with concealer but it just doesn't work. 'Oh well' I shrug. I grab my phone, keys, and money. I almost forget my ticket and backstage pass. The whole ride there I listen to Twenty One Pilots. I know, big surprise. When I get there I go straight to my seat which is kinda near the stage but not really. In about an hour or so after the openings the lights dim and I hear Heavy Dirty Soul play. They walk out.

          Their so hot. A few tears escape my eyes. The rest was a blur until they ended with Trees. Oh my god. It's over. But I still get to meet them. People start clearing out of the venue. The only ones left start to walk to the back stage. I follow. Everyone there is fangirling/ fanboying. I look around and see Tyler and Josh are already taking pictures, signing things, and talking with fans. After about twenty minutes there are only five or so people left including me. I'm the last person there so me meeting them won't be so rushed, I hope. After a few more minutes of waiting it's finally my turn to meet them.