Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I kinda felt like this is going no where and it has gone on too long.
/-• Night Of HomeTown Show•-\
"Who's happy to be alive tonight?!" I scream, my voice echoing through the microphone as the sound drowns through the ears of poisoned youths. The crowds scream back, full of energy and excitement. I scan the faces of people to see if I can see Ezra, but I don't know why I bothered, it's a sold out hometown show, I'll never be able see him. Besides, they're all wearing masks.
Ode to Sleep intro starts playing in the background, I zip up my skeleton hoodie and stand on my piano. I jump off just on time and begin throwing myself across the stage.
"I wake up find and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy to rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing. I go up -up -up to the ceiling and I feel my soul start leaving like an old mans hair receding."
The roar of the crowd gets louder as we get further into the song. I look around at all the people that I've saved, and yet I still couldn't save myself. I draw my eyes to Josh who's smashing his drums like there's no tomorrow. 'He's the one that saved me' I think, still rapping.
Everything feels like it's in slow-motion, everywhere around me goes blurry. I blink my eyes rapidly, and my voice begins to slur. 'I'm losing consciousness.' I think, 'why?'
I hear my voice eventually drift off into a series of inaudible moans that still sound a like the tune to Ode to Sleep. The crowd gasps as they all realise what's happening. I watch, trying to focus on Josh's figure approaching me. He grabs me and picks me up as I begin to fall to the ground.
The crowd falls silent, unsure on how to react. Josh stares helplessly into my eyes, and I stare back, without even blinking. I see the flashing lights get dimmer and dimmer, until finally, they go out.
"He's not breathing! He's not breathing!" Josh screams. Am I breathing? I thought I was, I guess I'm not.
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Josh's POV
Tyler's not breathing, and I don't know why. I'm panicking, and so is the crowd. Mark runs onto the stage.
"I've phoned an ambulance, it's on it's way." Mark huffs, I can tell he's been panicking too. We walk out back stage so we can actually hear ourselves think through the muttering in the crowd.
"Is he breathing?" I ask, not wanting to look at Tyler.
"Of course he is! He's just fainted or something." Mark points. Or something.
"Why don't I lay him out the back on the couch?" Michael offers, I immediately shake my head.
"He's staying here, with me." I say angrily, still holding Tyler's limp body in my arms.
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Holding Onto You: Part II (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)
FanfictionPart II from Taken By Sleep. Tyler and Josh finally come home, But Tyler's worried that his family, Will look down on him, He barely feels a grin, Because of the demons of his past. The Clique will be Holding on to them, But will their families?
