echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

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i don't know why i feed on emotion. there's a stomach inside my brain.
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it's now april and we're supposed to go on tour at the end of june, when most teens go to concerts for summer.

i wait until the last bell is over, signifying that math is over. i glance over at robin, who surprisingly goes to this school, to see that she's working away.

i decide to take this time to tell some imaginary readers the dark details of this month.

*possible trigger warning; skip to the *** when it's over. stay safe and alive*

i still enjoy the feeling of blood running down my wrists. just because i've been adopted by some singer, doesn't mean that my old habits are going to just stop.

yes i still have been doing just that. i hate the proper word, as does this author, but i'm sure you know what i mean.

the exhilarating pain and pleasure. your brain screaming more while your body begs you to stop, which makes it even better, in a sick, twisted way.

and that's what it is. sick and twisted. and absolutely addicting. a dangerous addiction, but at least it's not an addiction to cocaine. that's something.

***
i chuckle as the bell rings, more out of happiness that i don't have to think those dark thoughts anymore.

i grab my stuff and jog to catch up to robin, my only friend. before i get to her, those three goddamn bitches step in front of me. and a few girls from the wrestling team are behind them.

"what were you smiling about? huh bitch?" ashley juts out her hip.

"how about you mind your god dam-" i'm interrupted with a shush from isabel.

"i smile when i think of echolocation, here, dead," deserae giggles. these hoes decided that it was clever to name me that because of whales or whatever. i turn to leave but i'm pulled by my bright red hair. i sigh as one of the wrestling team girls girls drags me to the storage closet.

i am immediately am stripped of my favourite twenty one pilots sweatshirt and giggles are audible through the dark room. i crossed my arms to cover my thin tank top that was loose on my malnourished body.

"you should be in wood shop for extra curricular because you're great at cutting," i hear ashley say.

"t-that's mine," i nearly whisper, trying so hard to hold back tears that it hurts. i'm so embarrassed that they saw the one thing i'm trying to hide.

"oh, sorry, emo. here," isabel hands it to erin on the team and erin tears it down the middle. i gasp and tears begin to flow heavily from my wide eyes.

"move. i need to go," i manage to say. and they let me go, but not before i get several punches to the nose, eyes, stomach, and mouth.

i run through the full hallways with my arms crossed, looking for jace, or robin. i look like a mess, with my scarred arms and bloody nose but i cant care less.

i spot robins purple hair and i run towards it. i tap on her shoulder and she turns away from her locker. she gasps and i hide my face.

"what the heck happened? actually, let's get you cleaned up first," she guides me to a bathroom, of course with me getting plenty of disapproving stares from others.

she picks my frail body up and puts my on the counter before grabbing several paper towels.

"who did this?" she asks, cleaning my nose. i shrug and avoid eye contact. my tears have stopped, except an occasional one when i think about what happened.

she helps me off of the counter and i look in the mirror. i look gross, with a cut on my nose and a purple, yellow, and blue eye.

my gaze wanders to my arms.

"m-my sweater," i whisper, starting to tear up again. i feel so very weak and vulnerable. robin automatically digs through her bag and pulls out a black sweater that doesn't have a zip.

"here, have this," she smiles sadly, handing it to me.

"i c-can't take it. it's yours," i whisper. she goes behind me and pushes the sweater over my head. it's warm, and it smells like her. it goes down to my knees too.

i turn around and hug her tightly. she hugs back and i can feel her smile. we pull back from the hug and i realize how close we're standing to each other.

her eyes flicker to my lips and i gulp. i'm about to be fucking kissed. by a girl. i'm internally screaming as she leans in and our lips connect.

a moment later, she pulls back from it, picks up her bag, and winks before leaving the bathroom. i'm still standing, awfully surprised, as i slowly pick up my bag.

a smile creeps on my lips as i realize.

i. just. got. kissed.

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did you eat yet today? if not, at least go have a slice of bread or an apple or something. and if it's past midnight, sleep or else i will go over to your house and have a raging tantrum.

stay alive |-/