"get the hell away from me" i warned in a harsh voice, my hand still grasping the doorknob. josh finally gave in and let go of my arm.
before anything else could happen, i made a dash to my room, locking the door and putting a chair in front of it. i knew it would never protect me from josh, but it works in the movies, right?
i slowly made my way to the desk, my hands trailing the wood gently until it touched the sheets of paper. it was flipped upside down. i sighed before flipping it over. written in tyler's rushed handwriting, it said;
dedicated to my love y/n y/ln.
i guess if you are reading this, i'm dead. i'd like to apologize. i realize that i might of caused happiness in my disappearance, or sadness. either way i hope you find joy. hey, you're free, right? please, enjoy the last song that i wrote. i trust you. and i love you, y/n.
~tyler joseph
falling too
verse one ~
you walk around like you are fine
so confident, so right
but then i found that you were afraid
that means life is not okay
verse two ~
i wonder what's inside your mind
and if there's anything to find
i hope that you awake some day
and see that life is not okay
chorus ~
i will sing for you a song
tell me if you think that's wrong
if i let you know i'm here
cause i am falling down
verse three ~
i would laugh away the pain
did you know i'd run all day
just to maybe hear you say
that you are falling too
verse four ~
i know you are afraid of many things
but maybe you need to let go
if you want to sing a praise
chorus ~
verse three ~
end (x2) ~
i will sing for you
i slowly set the papers back on the desk, drowning my sobs by covering my mouth. oh, tyler. i thought. i glanced over at the paper below it.
his will.
dear y/n,
i hope you are doing fine. i really do. i apologize for everything i did, i can't imagine how i made you feel. anyways, here's what i want you to have of mine
•my money. take all of it, don't even give any to josh. my credit card is in my pocket of the suitcase and a letter to the bank is in there as well.
•i have a house in california. the address is in the right pocket of my black jeans that is in the suitcase. the keys are in the pocket of my suitcase.
•there's plane tickets from the bahamas to california. don't bother getting back on the ship after the bahamas, use the tickets to get to my house. the tickets are in the pocket of my suitcase as well.
•my beloved yellow hoodie. take that and whatever you want clothing wise of mine.
•a stack of unreleased song lyrics from when i was young is in my house. somehow the clique leaked them, so they aren't really that exciting. but it's there if you want them.
•anything in my house. it's yours now.
•if you have musical talent, take over the band. if not, ask for lessons from josh. i also have a list of trusted friends who are musically talented that are on my desk back at home.
•my phone. have fun with that. it's in my suitcase
•honesty, take anything. i love you so much y/n. i apologize for this.
