Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)

Sometimes Quiet Is Viølent

Trying not to cry, I pick up the same note that Tyler had written the other day. I read through it again and again, getting sadder and sadder the more times I do so. But what I didn't notice was a series of numbers on the other side of the piece of paper. I after a couple of seconds staring aimlessly at the numbers, I come to realise, it was Tyler's phone number. I widen my eyes, I hadn't seen that before.

I curl back up into my bed, the covers hiding everything but the very top of my head. Part of me wants to ring Tyler up and talk to him, the other half wants to never talk to him again. What he told me, made me feel sad, and I don't understand why. He told me that he loved me, surely that would make me feel happy. Would it?

I breath deeply under the comfort of my duvet. My warm breathe gently tickles the side of my arm. My thoughts have been so cramped recently, I didn't really know what I should think about anymore. And the only things that I could think of, were sad and depressing, which would only make matters worse.

It's just gone noon and I've heard nothing from Xander, he must be too busy for me, as usual. I peek my head out of my duvet, trying my best not to be blinded by the daylight. I squint my eyes and get up. I need to do something, anything to get my mind off of the real world. I twist my head in the direction of my headphones, carelessly placed next to my iPhone. Out of all the thoughts that could of gone through my mind, music and twenty one pilots happened to be the ones. I waste no time and shove my headphones into my ears instantly. Clicking on the YouTube app, I type in 'Twenty One Pilots",(making sure I spell it out) and select the first result.

The song I had picked was called 'Guns For Hands' from their album 'Regional At Best' As soon as I started listening to it, my mind was filled with realisation and intrigue. If the song was I drug, I'd be addicted. Tyler's voice got through to me almost coincidentally, like he'd written that song for me. Because that was exactly what I've been going through. My eyes diluted and widened,

'That's exactly what Tyler's been going through...'

As the song finished I lifted my head toward my wrecked wall, Tyler did know what it felt like, probably more than I did, yet he was the one who ended up comforting me. It was none of his business, why did he care? And why did I care that he cared?

I don't know the answers, but I know this: Tyler Joseph is the most introverted kid I know. Despite him showing an interest towards me, something tells me he more alone than he says he is.

All I want to do now is hug Tyler, and just tell him everything, and for things to hurt less than they do. And Tyler has helped me, piece by piece to restore my life, I just need to restore (what's left) of his.

I honestly couldn't find any good aspects in my life, but now there's Tyler, I have a purpose, and so does he. I manage to slip a small crooked smile through the edges of my lips before I remember my mom. My poor, helpless,dead mom. The grief hasn't stopped hurting me. I feel a constant ache slither through me, as if it were some sort of creature living inside of me, killing me.

Things would be better if I were dead, maybe that way, other people could have better lives without having to think about me. I hate thinking about me, I generally just hate me. I sigh, hopefully as Tyler's number dials on my iPhone.

'Please answer..." I mutter to myself.