Fall Off The Grid (adopted by twenty one pilots)

//twenty four - cobwebs and flies//

Tyler's POV

I could see in her eyes how broken that letter made her. The crack of Lane's skull against the wall sent me flying towards her sobbing figure. I picked up her hands, having to pry them from her skin, and tried to get her to look into my eyes. "Lane?" I asked quietly. With more fear and power in my voice I continued "Lane, please look at me. What did it say?" Obviously the letter said something she didn't know, something she probably didn't ever want to know. I snaked my hand around her head so she would hit it against the wall anymore, I could already see the dizziness setting in from her doing twice. 

"She was running from home, called Child Services when she got into the crash. She left me, my dad used me, and Alex is gone. No one wants me do they?" she sobbed out. I didn't know what to say because all of it was so untrue. We all wanted her, needed her even. Without Lane in our lives, we wouldn't be the same. All I could do was furiously shake my head. I opened my mouth to start to console her, but nothing came out. She broke the silence as she said something that terrified me. "Tyler, Dad, I'm sorry for what I'm going to do. I love you, more then life even." With that she scurried from my arms and I stared at the spot she sat in as if she was still there. It took me a few seconds to process what she just said, something that could be taken as a verbal suicide note. I heard the front door slam, and I ran in to see even more confused faces. I screamed her name and ran after her, a few band members joining me before she was too far out. 

We walked back inside and I explained everything. The letter, the truth, and the goodbye she gave all of us. "She's going to find a bridge. She's going to try to leave and we need to find her because I can't live without this girl, okay?" I breathed out, starting to cry as the words fell from my mouth. Jenna ran up to me and cupped my face in her hands. "We're going to find her," she said with all the love and force her voice could carry and I nodded, begging my crying to stop in time enough to get to the nearest bridge. If we left now, we'd be able to get there before Lane could do anything. Brendon drove, me in the passenger seat and Pete in the back. He looked stunned, like his anxieties were starting to get to him. Brendon just looked determined, not hesitating to floor it down their street and towards the center of LA. 

I watched the city pass by the in a hazy blur as I could only think one thing; I hope that I'll be on time twice in a row. 

Lane's POV

My legs were starting to buckle under the immense amount of running, but I had to get there before people drove to where I was going and stopped me. As the amazing structure came into view, my running slowed to a jog, a walk by the time my feet hit the carefully paved walkways. The sky was dark and brewing, my fingers running along the polished and smooth metal of the railing. No one was out, only a few cars passing every couple of minutes. I wrote out the real note quickly on my phone, saying all the things I will regret not saying in person. They all deserve to hear it from my mouth, but I can't stay. My mom didn't want me, she didn't need me. My father saw me as his pleasure and escape from his own pain. Alex is probably happy he'll never have to see me again. This is right, this feels right. 

I sit carefully on the ground and open up the little black box that I kept just to keep me feeling safe. I haven't relapsed since tour, except for that almost time at Alex's funeral. The tingle of the metal on my fingers made my body shiver as I pressed it carefully against my arm and pulled it towards me. As I fell into the pattern, I moved faster and harsher, deeper and less forgiving. I repeated it on the other arm then on my thighs. It was going to be enough to surely die no matter what happened after I fell off the edge of the bridge. I pulled out my phone and headphones, playing the same band that literally saved me the first time I did this and the people who have been saving me for months. I stood up on the platform looking over the water and listening to Tyler's voice over a soft drumbeat. Tears flooded my eyes as I realized I was actually saying goodbye now. They'll never see me grow up, be happy, any of that. My sobs grew into ones that racked my chest. Tyler's voice already sounded so broken, how broken would it be after this?

He doesn't care, you know that.

But, I don't know that. For some reason, I believe that every person in that house does care. It's going to kill them. But, I already made the cuts. My grave is already started and I can't leave it now. Maybe Alex wants to see me.

As the courage starts to build back up, my tears still racking my body, I hear the skid of tires on the road and pleads erupting from three male voices, three voices that have kept me as sane as I can be. "Lane!" one of them screamed. The world was becoming slightly fuzzy and I couldn't tell who. "Please don't do this, please we need you." I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye and the tears once again kept me from holding my ground on that platform. I fell to my knees, partially due to dizziness. But, as they stood there I knew I didn't want this anymore. Arms wrapped around me and brought me to the pavement. Tyler's face came into view and I could hardly muster a "I'm so sorry, Dad." I rolled up my sleeves and shorts and cried into his chest. "Save me, please Dad. I don't want this." I could barely see the sad look in his eyes. 

"We're going to save you, because we can't lose you. I can't lose you, Lane." I looked over to barely make out the concerned and saddened faces of Brendon and Pete as blackness started draping my vision. "Daddy, I can't stay awake. I want to stay awake. Is this how it ends?" 

"No, sweetie. This isn't the end." I heard sirens nearing us and Brendon and Pete came up and kissed my head, wrapping me into their arms as Tyler supported my back. I felt loved, and God, why did I want to leave? My parents didn't need me, but I didn't need them either. I saw people run towards me and scoop me up onto a stretcher as they pushed me into the ambulance and Tyler followed. Pete and Brendon got into their car and followed along. "Dad, can you sing?" I asked quietly as he brushed his thumb along my hand and sang. 

You say things with your mouth
Cobwebs and flies come out
I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow
Luckily I can read your mind
Flies and cobwebs unwind
They will not take you down
They will not cast you out (out)Dear friend, here we are again pretending
To understand how you think your world is ending
Sending signals and red flags in waves
It's hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days
I'll pray that one day you see
The only difference between life and dying
Is one is trying, that's all we're called to do
So try to love me and I'll try to save youWon't you stay alive?
I'll take you on a ride
I will make you believe you are lovely
Won't you stay alive?
I'll take you on a ride
I will make you believe you are lovely

Tyler's soft voice spoke after he finished, croaking out "You are lovely, and I need you so much." I cried a little harder as I squeezed his hand and darkness took my vision. 

a/n: newest chapter, please be safe guys. this book is a lot to write man, this is an emotional roller coaster. i hope you guys liked it. stay safe and stay alive |-/