Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)

I have these thoughts

"Bye Xander, bye Josh!" I shout taking my coat and phone, heading towards the door.

"Bye!" Josh shouts first.

"Bye!" Xander shouts a few seconds later. They're both in the storage room, mucking around with some old merchandise. I decided not to question whatever the hell they were doing with it, because it's probably pathetic.

Putting my headphones in I start listening to 'Last Hope' by Paramore. When I'm walking along the street, with only the music to listen to, I start thinking about the lyrics, and how much I can relate to them. I rhythmically tap my fingers on the side of my legs as I listen to Hayley Williams sing:

'It's not that I don't feel the pain, it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore.'

I get goosebumps and shiver slightly. I can relate to her honesty. I've been through so much, and so many times I've gone 'what's the point?'

The point is, I'm not afraid. The darkness has blinded me, drowned out the pain so much, I can't feel it anymore. And I don't know if it's a good thing, or a bad thing, but I don't care. Most people say, if you can't see it, it's not there, but there is something there, something that's been growing inside of me ever since I moved to Ohio. I don't know, maybe it's the weather getting me, or maybe I'm just starting to feel alone.

Alone. Five letters I've been a lot lately. Five letters, that's all it takes to describe me. Because at the end of the day, I'm just another girl with a messed up head, in a messed up world, trying to make sense in our lives. To have our own meaning, our own purpose, it would open our eyes a whole lot more, if things just...made sense.

It's getting dark, and the sun is about to make the hills it's grave. There's only a few other people in the streets, mostly drunken youths trying to make the best of life before they realise we all die anyway. I pause my music, because it's starting to make me think a little too deeply.

I look at the floor and pavement is scattered with golden leaves.

'Autumn,' I think, 'how enchanting(!)'

For some reason, as soon as I leave the record store, and I'm away from Xander my happiness fades, almost as if it only lives at that record store.

I turn a corner, with my head remaining down. Apparently, I turned it too quick and bumped into a young man with his hood up.

"Sorry!" I say loudly, helping this hooded boy back to his feet. Pulling back to his feet his hood falls down and to my amazement it was Tyler.

"Sorry." I apologise for the second time.

"It's alright." Tyler says, blushing.

"What's you're job?" I ask randomly, accidentally letting the words roll out of my mouth.

"Excuse me?" Tyler asks, confused and still blushing.

"Well you asked me where I worked, so I guess I would ask you the same thing." I say awkwardly.

"Oh, alright. I-I don't really have a job, well I do, but-- you're gonna laugh when I say this!" He sighs.

"Go on.." I say impatiently.

"I'm in a band!" he smiles.

"We're called Twenty One Pilots!".