Twenty One Pilots Sometimes To Stay Alive Novels & Stories

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there. By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed. Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa. Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly. A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?" Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

She closed her eyes and began to sing too Sometimes in life, they're questions that need answers You might ask why But you don't see why You try to soar high but things are going down When the ones you love starts backing off And your once bright life starts turning dark But at this point in time, you have to get up Get up and fight the figth Of survival Cos it's all going to be okay soon Yes it's gonna be okay It's gonna be okay It's gonna be OK...aayy Both of them smiled as they hugged each other Nina: it's cold here, let's go inside

I ask myself. "Umm...no." "Hmm..." I look around the room for inspiration. The red ink stands out to me. Stay? Could that fit? I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can’t stray Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please... stay?' And just like that, with the one word the poem completed itself, it became whole , it was finished, it's own living and breathing entity of words and letters and deep meaning.

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

As long as I am alive, I have to endure. TO BE CONTINUED

And they stayed. The two of them remained in the ruins of that mansion, keeping watch over a tin of expired spam. They were locked inside a prison that existed only in their own minds, sentenced to something with no end in sight.

But at least this cage has an exit date. Twenty-three days. We can survive twenty-three days. We've survived worse. Together. Always together.

My head is pounding, my thoughts scattered, my vision swimming. But I am alive. I am alive, and someone tried to kill me, and I just know that since I survived this, they will try again. * KIER'S POV: * I am at a charity gala when I get the news. Not directly, lol, of course. I cannot be seen taking calls about attempted murder. But I have people, people who report to people who report to me, and one of them sends me a text message that says only four words: He is still alive.

“We can use the pool’s source energy to cleanse your body, to forcibly strip away the black magic. But the process…” “Will it hurt?” “It will be a pain worse than death.” I closed my eyes. I thought of the years of silent loneliness. I thought of my daughter calling me a “monster.” I thought of the undisguised disgust in Damon’s eyes. I’d already been living in hell for five years. What could possibly be more painful than that? “I’ll do it.” The Sacred Pool was deep beneath the sanctuary. Ancient stone pillars surrounded a spring that glowed with a silver light.