Something -Twenty One Pilots AU

two

"Thea."

I snapped my head up. "What?"

My mother's head was poking through the door. "You can't sit in your room and mope all day. I know it's hard... losing Tyler, but you will have to get over it and move on sooner or later."

Her dark head vanished and the door closed.

I would never be able to get over Tyler, let alone move on.

I was curled up in a ball on my bed--my arms wrapped around my legs with my head between my knees. I would cry. And cry. And cry. When I would stop crying, I would cry some more. I felt like I would never be able to stop.

I flopped onto my back, out of my fetal position, and stared at the ceiling.

Moons and stars were stuck there. Tyler had put them there.

"These will help you sleep at night," he had said before laying next to me and kissing me on the cheek. "They always helped me."

But Tyler was gone now. He was gone. And there I was nothing I could do about it.

I wiped at my eyes before sitting up and staring into my mirror.

My eyes were bloodshot and my face tear-stained. I was pale. And thin. Tyler had died two weeks ago. I had only left my room three times.

I remembered getting a phone call late that night, 11:21 to be exact. I had been waiting for Tyler to text me back. Why didn't I call? Why didn't I.

I remembered the tears--so thick--I couldn't see the road.

I remembered screaming over his body in the hospital room.

I couldn't stop remembering.

I couldn't stop...

"Thea," my mother was back. "Please come eat some dinner. We miss you eating with us, please." Her dark hair spiraled around her face and down her shoulders.

I sighed. I stood up.

My mother's face lit up as I reached for my comb and started raking it through my hair. I looked awful.

"Okay," I manage to squeak out.

I followed my mother down the hall, into the dining room.

My family was already gathered around it.

Rita, Evie, Aubrey, and Jay looked up at me. Looking at Jay made me sick. He reminded me of Tyler's little brother, who reminded me of Tyler.

My dad stood up. His curly blonde hair poofed into a miniature afro and his green eyes lit up. "Thea, dear, are you okay?" He moved to hug me.

"Honey, not now, we don't need another emotional breakdown," I heard my mom whisper to my dad before walking into the kitchen

"No," I said tartly and walked to my seat.

Rita looked between me and my mother a few times before piping up. "What is for dinner, Mom?"

Mom came from the kitchen carrying a steaming tray of bruschetta, an Italian dish. "It's Bruschetta Night, dear. You should know this." My mom laughed. I didn't.

"Oh, yeah," Rita laughed. "I actually knew that, I, um... I just wanted to make sure Thea remembered."

I glared at her, my father cleared his throat, and my mother raised an eyebrow.

Rita just shrugged.

Dinner went by aggravatingly slow. Too slow.

I needed Tyler.

He had always known how to make time fly by. One second he would be singing me a song, and the next thing you know... two hours had gone by.

I removed myself from the table when I was done eating. I murmured a soft 'thank you' before making my way down the hallway, back to my quiet bedroom.

As soon as I hit the bed, I was crying again.