Quiet Is Viølent (Twenty One Pilots Fanfiction)

I have these thoughts, So often I ought

I slept through the whole of yesterday. I didn't even wake up to eat, but I was feeling so sick I hardly wanted to move. I don't know what Tyler did but I think he kinda guessed that I needed to sleep.

Me and Tyler are leaving in just under 30 minutes, and right now I'm sat in the kitchen cooking my dad some breakfast. I felt as if I needed to make it up with him, because I've been ignoring him for all these years but now my mom's gone, I'm all he's got.

"Thanks Aria." My dad smiles as I give him a plate of bacon and eggs.
"That's ok." I smile back. "Dad can I have some painkillers, I feel a little ill." I ask.
"Yeah, they're just in the cupboard over there." He replies pointing at the cupboard behind me. I take two pills and swallow them with a glass of water.
"I'm going to miss you Aria, this is the first time I've seen you in years." He sighs.
"I know, you should come to Ohio sometime dad. I'd like that." I say smiling a little, feeling sorry for him because he hasn't got anyone else other than me.
"I'd like that too." He grins after taking a sip of his black coffee. My dad would be best described as a hermit. He hardly leaves the house. I think it's because after he was released from prison he thought himself as useless. I'm actually surprised my mom still stayed with him.

"I better go see if Tyler's ready." I say awkwardly walking out the room.
"Are you almost ready Tyler?" I ask as I reach the top of the staircase.
"Yeah, hang on." he replies, trying to drag his suitcase out of the doorway.
"Need a little help?" I giggle watching him struggle.
"No, I can do it.." He says, getting a little frustrated. He gets it through then takes it downstairs which took about twice as long as it should. I laugh, despite the fact that my stomach is killing me. It's got worse and it feels like I'm going to be sick.

"Right ok, I think the taxi is here to take us to take us to the airport so I'll just go pack our luggage." Tyler says opening the front door.
"Ok, but if you need help just give me a shout." I smile.
"Yep." he chuckles back shutting the front door.

About 10 minutes later Tyler comes in and tells me it's time go. I look at my dad who's on the verge of crying. It must hurt like hell to have everyone walk out on you. But I could never stay, there's too many bad memories. We both lean in for a hug, but then I remember the letter from my mom, I run upstairs and grab it.
"You ok Aria?" My dad asks slightly confused, as I walk back down the stairs. I nod my head shoving the letter into my pocket. Half way out the door my hand grabs me and kisses me on the cheek.
"Just in case this is the last time I ever see you..." he says as a tear trickles down his face. I didn't say anything, the words wouldn't form in my mouth, almost as if some greater force was stopping me from doing so.

I get in the taxi and Tyler gives me a worrying smile.
"Aria, you look ill." he says after the taxi driver pulls away from the house. I hadn't looked in the mirror in a while, so I had no idea what my appearance was like.
"Oh." I say simply, not really wanting to talk about it.

We arrive at the airport and unload our luggage without saying a word. Tyler insists on paying the taxi driver, and I just go with it. The world around me seems to be spinning. I try to focus on the floor but my vision goes blurry. I shut my eyes and reopen them to see if I feel any better- but I don't.

Boarding the plane I start to feel light headed and decided it was just the stress, even though I knew it wasn't. We take our seats and Tyler looks over at me.
"Listen, on Monday is my parent's anniversary, I was wondering if you could come..." He asks nervously.
"Yeah, I'd love to." I smile despite feeling like I'm going to throw up.
"Great!" He grins.

I start to get delirious and can't seem to control my eyes closing. My body is limp and my hearing is fuzzed. Tyler is talking about something but my mind can't focus enough to grasp the words he's saying. I have enough of the pain and fall asleep, begging I'll feel normal when I wake up.