School wasn't on my to-do list. Essentially, nothing was.
The memory of the perfect stillness and pureness of the white place remained in my mind. I wanted to feel like that again.
But my mind was overcrowded and overrun by a dark mist that shadows crept and monsters thrived in. It was like a foggy film was placed around me. No one could reach me--even if I wanted them too.
Mentally, I was dead along time ago.
One month, three weeks, and five days.
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Something -Twenty One Pilots AU
Hayran KurguHe needed something. He needed help. He never asked. So no one came.
