The burning trees // twentyonepilots

No hope

The journey back was the worst it had ever felt. Tyler knew he would not be returning the next night. The thoughts in his head were so loud that he could hardly hear the wind that was still battering him. He was completely numb now. Couldn't feel his toes or fingers and his brain felt numb too, he felt as if he were on auto-pilot back to his tiny concrete room.

All the memories of him and josh were flooding back to him all the good times and the bad and every so often the last memory they had together would come to the fore front of Tyler's mind. The night he was caught. He hated remembering it but it was the most vivid memory of josh he had left.

A few more hours passed, Tyler wasn't sure how many. All he knew was that he wanted to curl up into a ball underneath his bed and to fall asleep. never wake up. Tyler never like to tell himself that he wanted to die so he would word it in different was such as "I just want to jump off a cliff" for some reason the word dead or die just freaked Tyler out and he knew that if he told himself those words that he would do bad things.

The dull grey buildings of Dema were now insight. As Tyler walked into the dark, cobbled yard he sensed something was different. he wasn't quite sure what it was though. so he tucked his head back into his coat and used all his strength to get into the building.

Once Inside Tyler trudged back to his room, dragging his feet against the floor to signify his return. The door to his room too looked different like it had been reinforced with steel. All the other wooden doors in the complex look normal but Tyler's was metal, cold metal

Charging into his room Tyler expected for someone to be in there, yet there was no one. Just as he left it. Tyler threw his bag on the floor grabbed one of his many dead yellow flowers, and crawled under his bed, praying he would never wake up