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twenty one // implicit demand for proof - twenty one pilots

Y/N

then out of the corner of my eye,
i see a spaceship in the sky,
and hear a voice inside my head
follow me instead

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Each time I advanced closer and closer to the top of the climbing wall, my grip got looser and looser, my focus dismaying. But the view was amazing at the top. Utterly satisfying and worth the pain.

I wiped the sweat off my nose with my short sleeve of my shirt. I grunted slightly, and pulled my body weight up another rung. I had to work harder, push my self harder. The whole purpose was to build strength and move faster, so if I were to do that, then improving each time was prevalent.

I looked up to the top of climbing wall, where the tip of the wall began quivering. There was enough time to reach the top, but there was always worry when that happened. I looked beneath me to the other campers, who began scrambling upwards. I used to be like the Stoll brothers, who were now gulping at the amount of space from them to the ground, probably debating whether it would be okay to jump off and land safely.

I stop staring at them and eyes the peak. If I didn't keep up a fast pace, then this wall would crash into another, sending boulders and lava down, and burning to death was not an option.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed faster and faster than I'd ever gone. I felt the envy and wonder of the others behind me, and that just encouraged me to speed up. I squinted, feeling the rays of the sun growing brighter. Success was so close --

I got too obsessed with rushing that my hand-placement became hasty. Sweat and grime was lathered against my palms and the crooks between my fingers, causing the rungs to become slippery with perspiration. I hurried, knowing that if I hesitated just a second I'd fall back. It got so hasty that I started running up the wall. I breathed harder, my lungs already filling with heat from the lava.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered as my hand slipped from a rung. Luckily I didn't gamble with my entire weight, and a single hand could still hold myself up. I stopped hurrying, bit my lip, and kept climbing.

The top was close now, and I felt Chiron watching me from below. That's right, let him look. Let him see me succeed! It'll be a new record. I'll be so fast no one could --

My hand slipped yet again, but this time I didn't think thoroughly enough to suggest extra precautions. Only the repetition of climbing day-by-day kept my left hand steady, but suddenly my heart beat faster as I realized --

Oh crap.

Hesitating on a rung almost always concluded with failure. And the odds were not in my favor, apparently. My left hand began slipping, yet there wasn't a single rung for my right hand to pick myself back up. It would be a steep fall, and gods I didn't want to die out of carelessness.

But apparently that was extremely likely, because I couldn't even think fast enough to scream when I began falling backwards, backwards, farther away from the top. I tried to brace myself for impact by landing on my feet, but by the time I collided with the ground, it felt as if they shattered. There wasn't enough time to react to the pain, although I know it was great, because the next thing I know, I stopped functioning.

~~~

I was wearing a black dress in a white room when I then opened my eyes. It felt as if I'd been in that position for a millennium, but it must have only been a minute or two.

I looked around, and someone in white caught my attention. His back was facing me, but I could easily pick out the messy black hair in any crowd. He had a strange aura around him, and that made him even more decipherable.

I moved to touch his back, but he turned around before I could.

"Hey," I grinned, seeing those sea-green orbs staring back at me.

"Hey," Percy Jackson replied.

I felt like passing out, but I had to remember that I already had. Or I was dead. Was that why I wore black?

Instead of asking where I was, which would have been the practical decision, I hugged Percy. It wasn't one of those embraces in a romance movie, where the girl would leap into the man's arms and they shared a loving kiss (ugh, tacky much?). Rather, I just wanted to soak in as much Percy as I could.

I missed him more than ever, and we were touching for the first time in over two years. From his troublemaker smile to his godawful breath, I yearned for him. It was an internal passion inside me, but it was suppressed in this moment.

As we pulled away reluctantly, all that filled my mind was the day he died. My gut dropped as I remembered the way I felt when Percy's limp body tumbled to the ground, with blood running steadily through his opened wounds.

"I missed you, Y/N," Percy murmured, as he slipped his hands into my hair. I wanted to collapse into him, to be weak in his presence. "You've been driving me crazy. Elysium's no match for a fight with you. I just wish --"

I pushed my lips against his, and that's when I truly felt alive. When I was with Percy, I didn't have to worry about anything. Every cruel problem in the world drifted away slowly. All I could think of was Percy, Percy, Percy....

But then I was aware of everything, and I opened my eyes.

"Where am I?" I finally asked, pulling away. My eyes fluttered. I was still getting used to being with him.

It seemed like Percy had just thought of that too, because he quickly turned around. He then fixed his narrowed eyes on me.

"You're not real," he muttered, backing away from me. He shook his head frantically, his hands twisting at his sides. "You're fake...They're trying to mess with me! Stop it! Stop it!"

My eyes widened, and I kept advancing towards him, but Percy just avoided me. "Percy!" I pleaded, reaching out my arm. "Percy, it's Y/N, I swear! I'm real! You saved me...I'm real!"

But that was in vain, because all he did was shake his head and stop looking at me. The feeling of safety in his eyes vanished, and that's when I truly felt alone.

"You're fake," he muttered again. "You're fake, you're fake, you're fake...."

I felt worthless inside, like another piece of rotten trash. It was as if Percy, the one true person I loved, didn't care about me anymore.

But he wasn't the only person I loved....

I thought back to Adrian, and the way he stayed with me on the roof smoking cigarettes. I yearned for the mix of calm and calamity in the scene, and suddenly I had to get out of the room. I stopped pursuing Percy, and suddenly he was running, running, running, away to become just a speck in my eye.

I knelt down, and that was when I began to cry.

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