echo; adopted by twenty one pilots

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we have romantic fantasies about what dying truly is; to fall off the grid.
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i waltz into school the next day, hand in hand with robin. i'm secretly thinking about damon though. i sigh, wishing i could just like robin and robin only.

"hey, echo!" damon's smooth voice says from behind me. i sigh heavily and turn around.

"y-yes?" i let my eyes close for a moment. he chuckles.

"the other night was fun! we should do that again," he winks before walking away to his group of snickering friends.

"wait, wha- oh!" i say in alarm. that lying bastard. and right in front of my girlfriend.

i glance at robin and she has tears in her eyes, and an angry but sad expression on her face.

"you lying, cheating, no good ass!" she screams before storming off. wait, what the fuck?

i manage to calm down before stomping over to the asshole damon.

"what the fuck?!" i yell in his face and he snickers.

"it was a dare, chill out!"

"well you ruined the one thing that's keeping me on this earth!" i scream in his face before punching him clean in the nose, stepping back to allow the blood to spew out. i spin on my heels and leave.

i can barely get out of the school doors before i begin to hyperventilate, choking on my own silent sobs. i walk the empty streets, not even bothering to wipe my tearss.

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i silently creep into the house, stopping to see a note on the ground.

gone to record some stuff for the new album! jenna and julian are with us. we'll be back at five! make dinner!

i pick the note up and rip it into pieces. ruby prances into the front entrance, meowing as she pleases. i scream at her and run up the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door and sliding down the wall.

i try calling robin over and over again, texting her in between the calls.

robin

robin please, i need to explain

i don't think i could live without you..

please?

my eyes fixate on a razor sitting on the edge of the bathtub. i crawl over to it slowly, as if it might disappear. grasping it, i text robin one more time.

im sorry.

*trigger warning, skip to the next chapter if you get triggered easily or at all. please stay safe*

once i take apart the razor, i immediately drag it across my skin. i hiss but it feels so good to do this again. by the time i run out of space on my arms and legs, i grow dizzy. my mascara has already dried as tear tracks on my face.

i check my phone to see that it's only twelve. i decided to wipe my arms and just sleep.

*trigger warning over. you may proceed*