Where we're from, we're no one. (adopted by Tyler Joseph)

Hell

The car ride to my mom's house was kinda like sitting at the top of a roller-coaster, leaning over and waiting for it to tip over and fall from 50 feet in the air. It was terrifying. Tyler was silent for most of the ride other than the occasional humming of random songs on the radio. The air felt almost stale from the silence.

"well, we're here,"

The tone of Tyler's voice was almost childlike, almost as if he was staring at the world's creepiest house waiting to get devoured by whatever lay behind the front door. Honestly, that's how I felt right about now, I didn't want to see my mother again after she disowned me just to pay for her addiction. She birthed me, raised me to be a perfect child just like she used to be, but then she started going to bars and hanging with the wrong people and not giving a single shit about me. I haven't had a real birthday or Christmas since I was 8, I guess the meth was too expensive. that's when I started rebelling, my grades dropped and I kept getting in trouble with the police, but did she give a single shit? No. she wasn't there for any of my trials and I'm surprised cps never came, but what can you expect, that's America for you. The trials got me my weekly therapy sessions, they let me go the first few times but after the 5th or 6th one they thought a shrink could fix me, and god I hate it.

I guess I had been silent for too long, Tyler cleared his throat,

"so do you want me to come in or do you want to handle it yourself?"

"I think I can get it all, ill be back within the hour,"

"all right take your time."

The walk to the door felt like I was in Outer Space, each step felt like gravity was weighing me down even more. I made it to the door and got the courage to knock. No answer, she was probably out partying or something, luckily I still had my house key. I unlocked the door, opened it and immediately smelt the fumes. god, they were putrid. I covered the lower half of my face with my shirt to help mask the smell and made my way to my old room. Years of memories flooded my head from the moment I walked in, most of them bad but, hey that's nothing new. I could fit all of my clothes into one suitcase and all of my stuff in another. I figured it might be weird to bring my shrine of twenty-one pilots stuff but it's either I keep it or my mom sells it, and most of it is signed. I made my way back downstairs and out to the car. tyler saw me coming and helped me load all of my stuff. 

 we loaded all of my stuff into the car and I got in the passengers' seat. tyler got in the car and pulled out his phone.

"Jenna said she would meet us at the cheesecake factory." tyler said.

"ok that sounds good" I replied.

Tyler turned on the car and we went down the street towards the restaurant.