echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

-16-

sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
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i waited about an hour after everyone went to bed before i turned on my light. i went to my closet and pulled out a baby pink sweater, a black skirt and black thigh high socks.

i paired it with a pair of flats the same color as the sweater before deciding on makeup.

i put on a layer of foundation and slight contour and blush before deciding on winged eyeliner, mascara, and dark pink lipstick.

i put my hair into two buns, which somehow i perfected them this once, before sneaking out.

the outfit wasn't my style one bit, but it's for other people to judge it, not me.

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i arrive there and find jace outside. i jog over and wave. he looks up from his phone and smiles.

"you look nice, who'd you dress up for, huh?" he teases and i pretend pout, jutting out my lip.

"okay so the rules to be here are: no drinking any alcohol, no fadoodling with anyone that you don't know, and make sure to stay close to me," he explains and i sigh. he's such a bummer.

we walk in and sit on the couch next to his friends. i play with the hem of my sweater while they chat.

it gets boring so i check if jace is still keeping an eye on me. he isn't, so i scamper away into the kitchen and grab a drink of whatever.

i chug an entire cup of it and it tastes like ass and vodka. nasty. when i don't feel anything, i down three more.

suddenly, it hits me. i stumble around for a bit and come across a really tall and chubby guy with stubble.

"have.. have you sseeen jace?" i ask, slurring my words and swaying.

"yeah, he's upstairs in damien's bedroom. follow me," he says, grabbing my arm tightly and quickly walking up the stairs. i wince at his grip on my day-old scars. i nearly fall a couple times as we go up, but he clearly knows.

once we are in the room, i sit on the bed and look around for jace as the guy locks the door.

"heyy! i neeed to g-get ouut," i slur. he shrugs with a sick grin on his face and stalks over to me.

trigger warning: attempted rape. stay alive |-/

he pushes me back and roughly kisses me. ew, i think. i try to push him off but he holds down my wrists by my sides.

"s-stop. go away. i n-need jace." i continue to struggle, tears brimming my eyes.

he pulls away from my face and slaps me harshly.

"shut it, princess."

he peels of my shirt, revealing my cuts and scars before looking at me in disgust. he continues taking off my skirt, and i'm praying to god that either someone will save me or i will die right this second.

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he's halfway done pulling down one of my socks before the door breaks open. the random guy jumps off of me and i see jace at the door. he looks fuming.

he immediately brings his fist to the guys face and keeps punching him, yelling a string of curses at him.

"i want to go home!" i cry, tears spilling out of my eyes. flashbacks from before i got adopted fly through my head. it's too much. i turn my head to the dresser and quickly down one of the half empty cups of vodka, which makes me feel like i'm my mother. i need to not feel right about now.

jace finally gets off of the guy, who is now unconscious, and walks over to me. i flinch as he sits on the bed next to me.

he bends down and picks up my sweater. his eyes avoid my very thin torso and inner thigh area, instead focusing on my arms.

"you said you were going to stop hurting yourself," he mumbles. my breaths get shallower as i begin to sob loudly, whimpering a bunch of "sorry"s to him. he pulls me into a tight hug until i calm down.

"here, raise your arms," he says. i do and he slides my sweater over my head. he puts my skirt on me and we walk downstairs, my small hand in his.

i catch sight of myself in a mirror and i notice that i look like i've slept for three hundred years. one of my buns began to sag. my mascara is in streaks down my face and one of my socks has fallen to my shin. fuck.

i realize that we're going outside and stop walking.

"no! i wanna stay for a bit longer!" i yell. i need more alcohol, when will i be numb? jace shakes his head and i begin to cry. he carries me over his shoulder to his car as i sob for the third time tonight and struggle to get free.

"wait! p-put me d-down!" i whisper, and he does. i smooth out my skirt, which no longer has my sweater tucked into it, and fix my bun.

"what?" he asks, clearly getting impatient.

"well i-i feel like i-i'm g-gonna-" i am cut of when a huge wave of nausea crashes into me like a bus, leaving me doubled over, throwing up every thing i'd had.

jace holds my stray hairs and rubs my back. i stand straight up after a bit, but nearly collapse until jace holds me again.

"o-okay, lets g-go," i say.

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"she what!?" tyler raises his voice.

"i thought she had your permission to go, sir. she got drunk and some college guy... he almost... raped her, sir," i hear jace try to explain. i want to cry and wash myself until my skin bleeds.

i open my eyes and sit up to see that it's still dark outside and i'm laying on the couch.

"was it you? did you... do that to her? she's only just turned sixteen!" tyler yells and i sit up, all gazes landing on me.

i see tyler, jace, jenna, and josh. i stumble over to the kitchen to get orange juice, but i'm stopped by josh.

"here, drink ginger ale instead," he says softly, smiling. i grab the can from him and tyler directs his attention to my still-pretty-drunk self.

"what were you thinking?" he yells, tears in his eyes and i begin to cry yet again. his expression softens and my eyes begin to grow heavy.

i yawn and i feel myself being lifted out of my chair and carried upstairs.

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