Taking Route East, Not Calling "Home" • Twenty One Pilots

TRENCH: 1.2: chapter twelve

a/n: I hope you guys like this story, three more themes and we'll be set sail on the conclusion.

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The jail cell Tyler sat in wasn't the same one he usually was in. This one had padding on the inside and no windows. He had to be walked to use the bathroom, and his food wasn't given through the bares but through a plastic, bulletproof at best box with cuffed hands. He slept on the cushioned floor, instead of a bed. He was the only thing in the room. Paige had come to visit once, to tell him he would be stuck there for eight more weeks. He knew he couldn't bare it for that long, but he'd have to. He knew it was to keep Nico alive, not only in his mind but in Dema to keep the bishop of Nico unharmed and unconcerned. 

It was the sixth day of his jail time when Paige came to see him again.

"Why are you in there?" She asked, Tyler shrugged.

"Nico is scared of unconsciousness." Tyler replied through the peep hole of the door.

"I can see." She said, looking into his eyes and tried to make a facial expression with them to replace the ecstatic ones she made with her face.

"How long has it been?" He asked, not wanting to count but easily giving up at the way he was being forced by the sass of his cell to perceive the time he had left in it.

"Six days." She said, Tyler groaned dramatically.

"Yo've got to be kidding me." He said.

"Nope, you still have fifty days left in here." She said. Tyler groaned even louder than before.

"Yes, because I'm going to come back here with two more chances to leave, seven months? Not a chance." Tyler said, Paige sighed.

"Maybe try bringing all your chances with you." She said, Tyler looked at her as if she were crazy.

"I can't." Tyler said.

"Liar, you can." She said.

"I really can't." He said, Paige chuckled.

"To get out of here? Do or die if you ask me." She said, shrugging. A guard tapped his wrist indicating her time was up. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"This dude at the door is telling me I gotta go and I'm not going to the vultures, so I'll see you around kid." Paige said, Tyler gave her a pleading look as she turned around.

"Please, don't leave." He said softly. The visitors' door slammed shut behind her and the right side guard. 

"I hate it here!" He yelled, hitting the door out of anger. A guard came over to the peep hole, furrowed brows trying to mask his fear of the prisoner.

"Watch it Joseph." He said. Tyler sighed, walking into the middle of his confined cell and falling face first into the cushioning unharmed. His orange clothes were the ones he always wore, a prisoner in the wrong cell. 

He knew in the eyes of the guard outside he was as evil as they come. He wanted to leave, he wanted to break free and leave the hell scape that was Dema. The environment he was stuck in wasn't helping his mentality, unable to mend his past in the city, trying to regain the life he had at the camp, knowing Josh would be trying to meet him at the gates of Dema, only to catch word that Tyler was in solitary confinement. A place he didn't have to be in. A place of solidarity. A place where they were supposed to regain the morals of Dema instead of engross the ones he already established within him.

Nico wasn't scaring him, he was his own mind, but pressure was building. Nico would try and convince him multiple times, the cycle he was trying to break was ready to circle around him again as he was trapped in the cell. The cell was to reconvene him into the system, make him stay and rule. Throwing his flowers away. Making him mourn his childhood and accept that he would be stuck in Dema forever. He couldn't escape Nico, he never would. That didn't mean he couldn't stop him.