Friend, Please

one

"Get the hell out of here!" My step-dad yells at me while shoving me out the front door. "And don't even think about coming back." He snarls before slamming the door. I trudge away from the house. I start walking wherever my feet lead me, and get out my iPod and shove my headphones in my ears. I turn on "Oh Miss Believer" by the greatest band ever, twenty one pilots. I find myself on the bridge by the time the song ends. Then, "I Need Something To Kill Me" from Tyler's album, No Phun Intended, comes on. I agree with 17-year-old Tyler. I turn the music up all the way and begin to climb over the walls of the bridge.  I sit on the small ledge and take a deep breath. Right here, my life is going to end. Within ten minutes, I'm going to be dead. A silent tear rolls down my face. Blurryface is winning. 

"Hey! What are you doing?" I hear someone faintly yell. My headphones are yanked out of my ears. "What are you doing here? It's two in the morning, and you are sitting here crying at the edge of a bridge." The same voice says, this time softer.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm jumping. Nobody cares about me anyway." I say. I see the screen on my iPod switch, meaning the song changed. 

"I care. Don't kill yourself. Please. I know it seems like this world sucks, because it does, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And that light isn't suicide." The person says. He picks me up wedding style and sits me down on the middle of the bridge. I examine the stranger's face. He has brown hair, and is wearing sunglasses. He is wearing all black and has faint signs of face paint on his neck, along with a red beanie. Tyler Joseph. "Do you have a name?"

"Jordan," I say quietly. He looks down at the iPod in my hand, and lifts my hand up. 

"Look what song's on, Jordan." He whispers. I look at my hand, and "Guns For Hands" is on. 

"Guns For Hands." I say in a quick breath.

"I'm assuming you're a fan?" He asks. He looks up at my face. 

"Yes." I say. As if it wasn't obvious. I'm wearing merch, and listening to the music. Duh.

"Jordan, I wrote that song to fans who are considering suicide. I'm going to say it now, don't take your own life. I know that you want to die, but I promise things get better." He says. Another tear falls from my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Tyler." I say. He pulls me in a hug.

"Don't be. You can't help it." He whispers in my ear. Eventually, he pulls away from the hug. "You're coming with me. I'm going to pick up Josh and we're all going to get Taco Bell."

"Fast food, greasy taco, I love." I tease.

"I can't help it!" he says defensively. 

"Hate to break it to you, Tyler, but the entire clique knows that you have an addiction to TB." I say. He leads me to his car and opens the passenger door. I get in and buckle as he awkwardly jogs to the driver's side door. He gets in and starts the car. 

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why were you about to jump?" He asks after a couple minutes of awkward silence.

"It's a really long story." I say. I reach up the sleeve of my hoodie and find the rubber band nestled in the crook of my arm. I begin twisting it on my fingers, making weird shapes.

"I have a lot of time." He says. 

I tell him about everything-how my parents were arrested when I was three for drugs, how they surprisingly got out and got me back, how they were arrested again when I was twelve, my dad dying, my mom getting back out of jail, marrying my step-dad, and then my depression. I tell Tyler about my terrible life, and lots of the details. My step-dad attempting to rape me, myself almost killing myself, then my discovery of twenty one pilots. His face lights up when I tell him about how when I almost overdosed on pills, his face came to me and stopped me. Then I get to the part about how my step-dad found out about how I self-harmed, and he kicked me out. "Oh." he says quietly after I get done with the story of my crap-tastic life. 

"That's terrible, Jordan." He says. We pull into the garage of someone's-probably Josh's-house. He gets out and comes to the passenger side. Tyler opens the car door. "Josh is probably asleep, but he's coming with us anyway." He links our arms and leads me through the door. We end up in Josh's living room, where Josh is scrolling through Twitter on his couch. Tyler un-links our arms, and holds his finger up to his mouth. I nod. Tyler jumps over the back of the couch on top of Josh. 

"Hey, Tyler." Josh says as he puts his phone down.

"Hey, Joshua. I brought someone with me." Tyler says. Tyler gets off of Josh and sits next to him.

"Where's he at," Josh asks.

"Well, he's a she, and she's right behind you." Tyler pulls his phone out and types something. When Tyler puts his phone down, Josh's goes off. Josh turns around, and sees me standing in the middle of his living room.

"Oh, hey," He says. Tyler pats the spot next to him on the couch, and I sit next to him.

"Jordan, I'm assuming you know that this is Josh, but Jordan, this is Josh, Josh, this is Jordan." Tyler says.

"Hi, Jordan." Josh says.

"Hi, Josh." I say weirdly.

"Josh, Jordan was,er, kicked out of her house. I found her, uh, on the streets and saw her wearing merch so I figured I'd talk to her. I told her that she could stay with me for a while, and that us three are all going to get Taco Bell." Tyler somewhat lies. 

"Okay. Wait here, I'm gonna grab something from my room, then we can leave." Josh gets up and walks off. He returns a few minutes later wearing a hat and a different outfit than what he was wearing two minutes ago. "Okay, I'm ready." Josh says. Tyler and I get up, and the three of us get into Tyler's car and go eat Taco Bell.