Madeline
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In the Heart of the City
The door opens and closes thirty times in five minutes, the table clutters endlessly. What's happening? Why am I being held by two officers in the corner of a counseling clinic? Is this an interrogation ground now? Shadows race past me, like mirages in a desert, faces flicker into view only to vanish the next second. The officers speak, but I can't hear them. My senses are failing me. Something inside me is taking control, and I might faint. If I wake up in a hospital, will this still be a nightmare, or something scripted? The city woke to devastation. The news spread like wildfire-Dr. Nadia, a champion for human rights, had been murdered in this very clinic. Yesterday, she voiced her fear for her life; no one listened. Now, she's gone. The press churned out articles minute by minute, TV channels broadcast live updates, and the internet roared with outrage. Police teams haven't slept. Top agents were deployed. That's how I met Inspectors Carla and Javed-while being held as both the prime suspect and the sole witness to this chaos. Dr. Nadia wasn't just a leader; she was a symbol of hope. She fought tirelessly for the oppressed, for justice, for rights the government ignored. Yet, she seemed to know her time was near. A week ago, she hinted at it but continued her fight. Yesterday, she paid the price-her life. Now, the city mourns her loss, consumed by guilt for ignoring her cries for help. The last time I saw Nadia, she was here, in this clinic. She didn't want to live. She seemed tired, desperate for respite. How does someone so adept at convincing others to hold on end up wanting to let go? Her death feels like a betrayal. She trusted us, and we failed her. I failed her. Now, it's on me to prove this was no accident-a cold-blooded murder. Or was it?Complete
Without the Truth
Sometimes your day just doesn't go as planned. Whether your alarm didn't go off, you missed the subway, you're late for work, your coffee is lukewarm, someone handcuffs a mysterious suitcase to you before throwing themselves under a train, or even all of the above, you've got to find a way to survive, right? TW: SuicideComplete
Suicidal Headcase
Josh had committed suicide, but he has a chance at redemption. Only if he can save another person from the same fate. He's given time back on Earth as well as connections to someone's thoughts and emotions he's never met. Now Josh has to find this Tyler Joseph and save him from himself, but he never imagined himself falling in love. ***there will be trigger warnings. Things such as depression, suicide.*** ***disclaimer: i only edited the photo, I don't own it or any of the people in the story.***Complete
Drown Me (Joshler)
Tyler Joseph is a teen who has no will to live. He thinks he's lost every reason to live, until he meets Josh Dun. Josh, who is still dealing with his own problems, decides to save Tyler. They become very close until a tragic event leaves Tyler alone once again. Or, maybe he isn't alone. **WARNING** •self-harm •abuse •strong language •suicidal thoughts/actions •mentions of drug use •basically a ton of trigger warnings •so if you are triggered easily don't read this •or if you don't like reading this kind of fanfiction just don't read it •this is the first fanfic that I wrote so it's not good but whateverComplete
lover // josh dun x reader { COMPLETED }
{ completed } **EDITING** #62 in "joshxreader" #79 in "joshxreader" 07/22/18 "Y/N, you've been an amazing person," the whole stage went silent. "You completely changed my life, and made me a really happy man, I love your smile. I love everything about you, you're the tear in my heart" everyone was recording and I could hear our group laughing and smiling. Josh revealed a white rose. "Y/N would you please be my girlfriend?" He kneeled down and the whole room went silent waiting for a response, as I was staring at his brown nervous orbs. :.:tw: cussing, mentions of suicide in few chapters, depression, guilt, attempted murder.:.:..Complete
Leave | Josh Dun x Reader
I open my mouth to breath, but instead my thoughts came spilling out as words. "Why did you come home at three in the morning?" Started: 7/14/17 Completed: 11/18/17Complete
I Fell And You Caught Me | Tyler Joseph X Reader
Trigger Warning: Suicidal Actions, Depression "Goodbye," I whispered. And with that, I let myself fall. Now the question is, how did I get to the hospital?Complete
MIME (book one of MIME)
Blurryface x Cry Baby BOOK ONE OF MIME I didn't know how I'd die. That is, in that moment I realized I was walking towards my death. I couldn't stop myself because that's all I ever wanted. Death. And him. TRIGGER WARNING Ⓒ implicit_lies January 14, 2019Complete
Twitter • Josh Dun
It all started with a tweet.... (Josh Dun is gr8) {WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM, DEPRESSION; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK} Started: 12.09.16 Completed: 09.25.17Complete
Writer's Block
A group of friends go on a weekend outing. Fun, banter and drinks follow and they have a great time, until, next morning, one of them is suddenly found dead. Is it an accident or is there a mystery involved? Also, will Sid finally succeed in making a breakthrough in his literary career? P.S: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual characters, living or dead or actual events, is purely coincidentalComplete
The door opens and closes thirty times in five minutes, the table clutters endlessly. What's happening? Why am I being held by two officers in the corner of a counseling clinic? Is this an interrogation ground now? Shadows race past me, like mirages in a desert, faces flicker into view only to vanish the next second. The officers speak, but I can't hear them. My senses are failing me. Something inside me is taking control, and I might faint. If I wake up in a hospital, will this still be a nightmare, or something scripted? The city woke to devastation. The news spread like wildfire-Dr. Nadia, a champion for human rights, had been murdered in this very clinic. Yesterday, she voiced her fear for her life; no one listened. Now, she's gone. The press churned out articles minute by minute, TV channels broadcast live updates, and the internet roared with outrage. Police teams haven't slept. Top agents were deployed. That's how I met Inspectors Carla and Javed-while being held as both the prime suspect and the sole witness to this chaos. Dr. Nadia wasn't just a leader; she was a symbol of hope. She fought tirelessly for the oppressed, for justice, for rights the government ignored. Yet, she seemed to know her time was near. A week ago, she hinted at it but continued her fight. Yesterday, she paid the price-her life. Now, the city mourns her loss, consumed by guilt for ignoring her cries for help. The last time I saw Nadia, she was here, in this clinic. She didn't want to live. She seemed tired, desperate for respite. How does someone so adept at convincing others to hold on end up wanting to let go? Her death feels like a betrayal. She trusted us, and we failed her. I failed her. Now, it's on me to prove this was no accident-a cold-blooded murder. Or was it?
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