I was on a pier. I'm dead, I know that. Everyone had wings, but they were all different. Mine were typical angel wings and was black and had dark red stripes that looked like they were dripping. "Can we go already?!" A man with a brown fringe yelled. "Dan?" Another man yelled out. He had a black fringe. 'Dan' had wings that were colored like a capsule pill. Black Fringe had wings that looked like a rope. I shuddered. The man in front of me had wings that looked like water. I guess everybody's wings are shaped and colored like the way they died. Mine meaning I died from self-mutilation. The man in front of me drowned. 'Dan' overdosed and Black Fringe hung himself. I could be wrong, though. I watched 'Dan' and Black Fringe hug and kiss multiple times. I never had somebody to love on, to kiss on. I finally got to the edge of the pier. The man or angel told me a few things. "You've been chosen to be a guardian angel to a thirty-five-year-old man named Joshua Dun. He is very suicidal and I want you to make sure he doesn't end up here with wings that represent a form of suicide." He said before shoving me into the water. Josh is my human. Wait, he's in his mid-thirties?
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Catching a Sea (A twenty one pilots Fanfic)
FanfictionCelebrating Self Titled's birthday I wrote a fic with 5 songs each with their own chapter **Depictions of suicide and major self-harm**
