It's always been Dema. I don't remember there being a beginning of my life here, but I don't really think I came from here. It really doesn't matter, because I'm here now. It's actually rather nice here. There's structure and order. -c-o-n-t-r-o-l- We are unified and equal. -i-n-d-i-s-t-i-n-g-u-i-s-h-a-b-l-e- We live in peace. -f-e-a-r- Dema is a haven. -n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e- They don't know they're trapped. Or they do know, but don't realize it. Only a few finally grasp the truth of Dema, but once they do, they need to escape. Escaping Dema is impossible, or so it seems. ||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||// Clancy has only just become aware that Dema may not be everything it seems, and his last nine years almost feel like a dream. Clancy sets out to discover the mystery of himself, the mystery of Dema, and the mystery of the whispers of a group called Banditos. ||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||//||// **Based on the music videos and journal entries from Clancy**

I don't even care how many therapists have tried to fix my problem. What problem? I only want to die. *** She can't remember anything but her depression. She's fallen in a hole so deep she doesn't want to live anymore. She doesn't want to do anything anymore. The only thing she ever does is lie on her hospital bed with her eyes closed and earbuds in her ears. Take them away and she panics. Leave her alone and she lies there like a vegetable. But one day a different song comes on, one she hears more clearly than all the rest. And she opens her eyes. *** I'm calling this a Twenty One Pilots fanfiction, but it's also teen fiction. No, Tyler and Josh are not characters in this. Sorry. (Trigger warnings: suicidal thoughts, depression, mention of self-harm) No graphic content or cursing as of now.