We all have our masks [Twenty One Pilots]

Chapter Eight: Blink

( /!\ Explicit content in this chapter : pretty graphic paragraph about suicide /!\ )

There was literally no sound whatsoever. That is why Lena thought right away that the situation was weird. Because there is always, always sound, no matter what. But standing there, in what seemed to be a wheat field, Lena couldn't even hear her heart beat. 

The wind was blowing through her hair and through the wheat without a single noise, giving Lena an awkward sense of fear towards what was a somewhat beautiful scenery. It was breathtaking, in a way. But fear exceeded any other feeling that was going through Lena's mind at the time. She turned her head, trying to take in her surroundings to figure out where the hell she was, but all around were the same fields, for as far as the eye could see. 

At some point in her twirling, though, she set her eyes on a small path and automatically started to follow it. It was like she couldn't even control her own legs. Or more like she was floating. And the more she floated on the way, the more the landscape was changing. The previously golden wheat was getting darker, dry, dead. It was starting to look less like heaven, and more like the decor of a Tim Burton movie set. 

She blinked, and by the time she opened her eyes again - a millisecond, not more - things had changed again. She was still in the dried wheat fields, but this time, a woman was rocking on a chair, her hands on her pregnant belly. She looked so happy. So familiar, too. Her red hair was falling loosely on her pale shoulders.

"I love you, baby." The woman was murmuring lovely words to her yet unborn child. Lena's heart unexpectedly filled with an unknown feeling, but then she blinked again, and the scenery changed, one more time. Her eyes were like a remote control, changing channels.

This time, in place of the young woman, was a younger girl, around 13. The environment seemed to pace up, but before it changed again, Lena could grasp that the girl was crying, smudging her dark and pronounced makeup all over her face, and she automatically knew who she was. Lily. Her best friend, before she moved to France.

Blink.

Another person, yet again. Her father, this time. He seemed pissed and sad at the same time. He was mumbling, and Lena couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Before he could disappear, she walked to him, getting closer. She immediately wished she hadn't.

"You're such a disappointment." her father said, repeating each and every word like Lena hadn't heard them before. Like a broken record player, he couldn't stop. He was stuck on that sentence and Lena's heart cracked a little bit more at each word. She blinked and blinked again but her surroundings, for once, would not go away. Holding back the tears, she closed her eyes for good and got on her knees, putting her fingers in her ears, but she could still hear everything.

Then, as quickly as they started, the words stopped, to be replaced by others, no less hurting.

"You're abandoning me!" Lena opened her eyes at the kid's voice. He was small and blond, like the wheat fields used to be. He looked so fierce, but so sad at the same time, pointing an accusating finger at her. "You're all abandoning me!"

Blink.

"You're a slut!" Jey was yelling at her, letting his anger flow out through his mouth in the form of the most hurtful words he could think of. "You're a mess. Useless. Reckless."

Blink.

Everything was gone. Lena was in the complete darkness, except for a soft halo that seemed to come from behind her, as well as an incessant creaking noise that she swore she would never hear again. She perfectly knew what was behind her, and she didn't want to see, but it was like she had lost control of her body again. She unwillingly turned around and her eyes stopped in her father's. But this time, she couldn't find that sparkle in his pale blue gaze. He was dead, balancing from the willow tree to which he hanged himself in the backyard of the little french house, his face a purplish red from the noose around his neck.