echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

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don't be afraid, i'm not insane. just irrational.
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i wake up with a huge headache and stumble down the stairs. jenna is at the kitchen table and tyler is right behind her.

"now we can talk about this. now," tyler basically growls. i flinch but nod, sitting across from them.

"so, i'm going to get straight to the point. you went to a party without our permission, nearly got... hurt... there, and now you're not coming with us on tour." he says simply. wait what?

"w-what?" i say, tears beginning to come to my eyes.

"yes, we had a deal that you had to be good until we left and you haven't been. also, i'm adding that until the moment that josh and i come back from touring, not only are you grounded from electronics, you can't invite friends over." i look at jenna for any support with this and she nods at him.

i stand up and try to hold back sobs.

"excuse my language, but don't you think that me getting nearly fucking raped was enough?!" i whisper before taking off out the door. i hear footsteps run after me, but i don't care so i keep running at full speed into the forest at the edge of town.

the footsteps get more distant as i keep running and eventually i slow down. i walk back to the edge of the forest and climb the tallest tree in that area.

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i sit and do absolutely fucking nothing at all until the sun goes down and it's been at least 10 hours. i begin to grow tired and sleep, lying on the branch.

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i am awoken by someone calling my name about an hour later. i open my eyes and see jenna's car coming down the street.

i look at the headlights and stare at it as it comes down the stre-

shit, i think loudly and i accidentally fall off of my branch, my wrist hitting the ground with a crack. i cry out and look at the car again.

they're getting out.

i scramble to my feet and run as fast as i can. i am suddenly picked up like a toddler by josh.

i scream until my lungs are raw and try to get out of his grip. kicking my bare feet and flailing my arms. i want to get away, why won't they let me get away?

he puts my in the car and buckles me in, putting on child lock and shutting the door. i scream and cry as everyone gets back into the car, josh in the back with me.

he takes my arm gently and examines it, me trying to pull it away from his grip.

"yikes, it looks like you broke your wrist. and you have fresh cuts on here too," he says, raising an eyebrow at me. i pull my arm away from him and look out the window, trying to sort through the nauseating emotions in my brain.

i notice we're driving to the hospital.

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