Twenty One Pilots Sometimes To Stay Alive Novels & Stories

Amidst the chaos, I suddenly began to move in my seat, despite the fact that I should just be lying frozen in the wheelchair like a dummy. I slowly raised my right arm, which should have been frozen cold by the drug by now. Then, I picked up the microphone Delilah dropped next to my wheelchair earlier, under her terrified gaze. I shouldn't have been able to speak anymore, but I spoke clearly into the microphone, my loud voice echoing clearly throughout the hall. "Delilah Rowland, and Dakota Bradshaw. I will hereby be exposing your true colors to the rest of the world." "Y-You… How could you still speak at all? Weren't you already…"

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.

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.

"Take a look. This is your son who died due to your medical malpractice." In the video, I could be seen shielding Felix under my body during the crash.

“We can stop worrying about it, it’s all okay.” Tiffany’s lips curled into a slow smile that just kept growing. I knew the possibility of cuts had been weighing her down lately too. In the few moments she wasn’t running around trying to keep up with all the new guests, she wasn’t her usual, bubbly self. Finally, she hugged my side closer to hers. “We’re safe. Thank God. My heart wouldn’t have been able to handle not knowing for much longer. It was terrible,” she whispered. “It was,” I agreed. “But we can finally get back to work without wondering when the ax is going to come crashing down. We’ve been given a stay of execution for this round of cuts. Let’s hope we never have to worry about it