Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)

I'm forced to deal with what I feel

"Hello Aria." my dad confronts me at the front door.
"Hello...dad. " I mumble walking into the house with Tyler close behind.
"Hello Mr. Smith, thanks for the accommodation." Tyler smiles, shaking his hand sounding too formal.
"My pleasure." My dad replies shutting the door behind him.
Me and Tyler both head up stairs to put our bags in our rooms. Tyler's room is right next to mine. I'm in my old room, still decorated the same way I left it. I notice a stray letter on my bed. Without even looking at who it was from I knew straight away that it was from my mother.

It was 8:00 in the evening, so I knew I wouldn't have to talk to my father until tomorrow, and that's what I'm dreading. I approach the letter with a heavy heart. My mother rarely showed any affection to me, so what has she written to me, an apology? Picking up I decide it's best not to read it until I get back to Columbus. Tyler knocks on my door and slowly opens the door.
"You okay Aria?" He says worryingly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess the memories are just getting to me." I sniff. I've only just noticed, but I'm crying. I shove the letter under my pillow so I can try and forget about it.
"Are you gonna talk to your dad, you've probably got a lot of catching up to do?" He smiles slightly.
No," I say putting my head down, " I have no interest in that man."
"Oh- ok." He says awkwardly, shifting closer toward him. I look up and he's staring at me.
"Why are you staring at me?" I ask nervously, wondering if I said something wrong.
"Aria, you look ill." He frowns.
"It's just the stress, and the lack of sleep."
"If start to feel ill tell me okay?" He says placing both hands on either of my shoulders.
"I'm going to go to bed, if that's okay with you?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm probably going to go to bed as well... We'll fight that insomnia!" He smiles jokingly, raising a clenched fist.
"Goodnight then..." I say turning away from his face before I start crying again.
"Wait..." He says instantly. He leans in a kisses me on the lips. It lasts seconds and he's left the room seconds after that. I stand there, slightly confused and speechless on what just happened. He kissed me, for a second time. Something's telling me he wanted that kiss, not to make me feel better, but for him to.

I change into my pyjamas and switch off the light. I can vaguely hear the TV on downstairs, but a quiet cry is coming from Tyler's room. I hear quick breathes, slowly calming down then rising back up again.
Tyler needs me. I thought. He needs me, probably more than he's ever needed me and for some reason I can't get up and help him. The tiny voice in the back of my head is telling me I'm not strong enough.

There's a brief silence and for a few seconds I thought he'd fallen asleep, but that wasn't the case. I hear I faint muffled scream. My best guess would be that he was screaming into the pillow. I let out a sigh I try my best to ignore it, but I can't. His unsteady breaths become more and more frequent. It's only now I've realised how insecure Tyler is. And it's only now I've realised how much he needs me, but I can't help him, I'm not strong enough.